<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817</id><updated>2011-09-30T10:56:08.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Eat The Tomatoes</title><subtitle type='html'>Just wanted a place for my thoughts, and or rantings, or warped dreams.  A place to have fun and talk to myself.  heheheheeheheheeee</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>794</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-126971401953407022</id><published>2010-09-23T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:42:37.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wow, what a crazy couple of months.  I barely had time to breath.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had his surgery and recovered nicely in a couple weeks and went back to work.  He is calling his doctor a miracle worker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo started high school.  I about died, my kid, in high school!!!!  ahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few days to get leveled out with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Daddy had some not great news from the docs.  His blood work was showing kidney damage.  So...off to a bunch more doctors, and tweeking of meds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo joined the computer club, and works some of the sporting events concession stands.  That's pretty cool I guess.  He's never done anything socially with middle school, so I hope he gets into some extra stuff with high school.  I always enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up falling again.  Messed myself up some.  Getting the help and getting up seems to have damaged me more than just the fall did.  Good grief.  But I seem to be almost completely back to normal (as if I ever was normal) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital where Gigantor had his surgery, apparently wasn't happy with me making a payment to them every month, and decided they wanted all their money at once.  Yup, I laughed at them.  So...they turned me into collection, which is now accepting my payments every month.  sheeesssshhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat ended up getting pretty sick.  He stopped eating and lost a bunch of weight (he's 10 years old)  Took him to the vet, and they determined it was pancreatitus.  He got an antibiotic shot, and some lowfat food.  (a dollar for each small can of food)  costing us a total of 207 dollars for that visit.  Thank god captain daddy helped us out with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year out heater kept going out.  We needed a new one but had/have no money. We kept trying to repair it, and it kept breaking down.  We ended up using space heaters, to the unbelievable cost of 5 to 6 hundred dollar a month electric bills.  That almost killed us, we have never paid over 225 a month.  Finally now that it's getting ready to cool down some, we actually took a loan out against Gigantors TSP account  (thrift savings plan through work)  The payments will only be 19 dollars a pay period.  So...not bad, and we now have a heater on order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow that is the highlights of what's been going on, a bunch of little stuff added to all that.  hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off now to read other blogs.  I haven't even had time to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-126971401953407022?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/126971401953407022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=126971401953407022' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/126971401953407022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/126971401953407022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-days.html' title='Crazy Days'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-2528132578766342785</id><published>2010-08-23T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:20:06.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOO!!!!!!  STILL HERE, BE BACK LATER.  AUGUST IS TURNING OUT WAY WAY BUSY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-2528132578766342785?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/2528132578766342785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=2528132578766342785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2528132578766342785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2528132578766342785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2010/08/ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1525494286396470188</id><published>2010-07-29T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:18:55.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Haven't Posted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/TFJebz9rSZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/YCMNi_KYqL0/s1600/cat+sitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/TFJebz9rSZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/YCMNi_KYqL0/s320/cat+sitz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499561926871173522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted for a few days.  We have been darn busy.  Lots of doctor appointments.  Chiropractor for me and hubby.  Doctor for Captain Daddy.  We had to go to Kanab (couple hours north) for a post op appointment for Gigantor, and I have a doctors appt tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor is doing great, he is released for work on Monday.  He is happy, he has been going stir crazy.  I've enjoyed it, but I understand him wanting to get back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc did say that hubby's cartilage was very very soft, so he now has to be on Glucosamine/Chondroitin like I am.  He was ticked, cuz he's never had to take any kind of medicine or pills on a daily basis before.  But oh well he will get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We have been driving Captain Daddy around.  His vehicle is in the shop.  He got in a little accident the first part of July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sad that school starts in a week.  Can you believe that Kiddo is going to be in high school???  Now that depresses me.  uggghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just wanted to let you know I was still here, not left yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Friday everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1525494286396470188?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1525494286396470188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1525494286396470188' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1525494286396470188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1525494286396470188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-havent-posted.html' title='Sorry Haven&apos;t Posted'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/TFJebz9rSZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/YCMNi_KYqL0/s72-c/cat+sitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1847188016010343380</id><published>2010-07-23T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:43:11.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/TElUs5AK9yI/AAAAAAAAA5c/1WpnfLL7-3I/s1600/jan+2010+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/TElUs5AK9yI/AAAAAAAAA5c/1WpnfLL7-3I/s320/jan+2010+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497017950374917922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can you believe that possition???  that is one of her favorite ways to sleep.  Either on her back like that, or with her butt up on your leg, so her ass is in the air.  Goofy ass dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on today.  Gigantor and I stayed up way late/early last night, just talking.  It was nice, but we didn't go to sleep till 3.  Then we both got up before 8.  Uggghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had my dad take him to the chiropractor to get his knee taped with the kenesio taping.  it helps with the swelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some lunch and I watched him sleep on the couch.  Then we put in a dvd dad loaned us.  It was a show on PBS  called Carrier.  It's about the lives on the air craft carrier the Nemits.  It is 10 hour long shows.  We got to number 3, and it was my turn to fall asleep on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a start, to what I thought was my son screaming.  OH FUCK!!!! And then my husband yelling.  Well...come to find out he didn't scream that, what he screamed was OH BUG and my husband was yelling because.  Kiddo was doing the dishes, up to his elbows in dish water, and this giant beetle came screaming out of the water and up his arm.  Kiddo screamed OH BUG  and started flailing around the kitchen like a mad man, and soapy water went every bunny humping where. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had kiddo help us make the stuff for taco's and had them for dinner.  Then just been dinking on line here.  I do need to go to bed, my head hurts and tummy is upset from being so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow people!!!  Have a great Friday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1847188016010343380?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1847188016010343380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1847188016010343380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1847188016010343380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1847188016010343380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2010/07/boring-thursday.html' title='Boring Thursday'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/TElUs5AK9yI/AAAAAAAAA5c/1WpnfLL7-3I/s72-c/jan+2010+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-517267357311606382</id><published>2010-07-22T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:50:57.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my Puddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/TEfzjftxDlI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PlnPMQjCVbU/s1600/jan+2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/TEfzjftxDlI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PlnPMQjCVbU/s320/jan+2010+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496629661363408466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Puddles.  She is a pure bred mini daschound.  Her color is called Brindle Piebald.  her brown has black striped in it for the brindle, and the white with spots is the piebald color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I reconnected with a guy I used to go to school with.  We were pretty good friends.  He remembered Gigantor even.  Him and his wife have a few mini weinies, and once in a while they let them breed, then sell the puppies.  Just get a bit more money.  He posted the baby pics up on facebook and I started teasing with him. &lt;br /&gt;Me--If you ever have a runt you can't get rid of remember me.&lt;br /&gt;Him--You would want a puppy??&lt;br /&gt;Me--Who doesn't want puppies??&lt;br /&gt;(Gigantor and I always said we would never have another puppy, we were beyond that, and would only adopt older dogs)&lt;br /&gt;Him--Well which one is your favorite. &lt;br /&gt;(well I picked a couple, one that looked alot like Puddles that was already sold, and then Puddles) &lt;br /&gt;Him--do you think your husband can drive to Flagstaff to meet me and my wife.&lt;br /&gt;Me--um sure.&lt;br /&gt;That weekend, hubby and Captain daddy drove to Flagstaff. &lt;br /&gt;my friend asked Gigantor for a penny, he gave it to him, he then passed over Puddles with her papers, and some puppy food.  Then tried to give Hubby a 2nd puppy that we could sell so we could pay to get our suburban fixed.  We refused cuz I knew I would fall in love and never sell the darn thing.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how we got Puddles last September.  She turned 1 in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't realize we were missing something in our lives until we got her.  She is something else.  We named her Puddles cuz it looks like she ran through a mud puddle and splashed mud all over herself.  Then we found out her love of water.  She jumps in the tub at least 5 times a day to play.  She puts both front feet in the dog drinking water to get a drink, and if she's hot, she does that then digs in the water, so it splashes all over the place.  When kiddo was changing the dog water outside and made some mud with the hose and all, we found out her love for mud too.  Those times her name becomes Muddles.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and Foxy get along darn good and play even.  But her best friend, oh my gosh.  Skinny K's mom has a red/brown mini weinie dog named Cephus.  he is 6 months older than her, and when I go over there I take the two babies (Puddles and Foxy) and when she comes over here she brings Cephus.  Those two (Puddles and Cephus) just love each other, they are the best of friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have probably bored you enough with my baby talk.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed.  Have a wonderful Thursday everyone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-517267357311606382?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/517267357311606382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=517267357311606382' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/517267357311606382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/517267357311606382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2010/07/thats-my-puddles.html' title='That&apos;s my Puddles'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/TEfzjftxDlI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PlnPMQjCVbU/s72-c/jan+2010+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1341394804649392504</id><published>2010-07-21T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:15:26.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch yaaaawwwwnnn Ouch!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Can you believe I'm back two days in a row???  hahahhaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, what a miserable night last night.  Gigantor could not get comfortable.  On his back, on each side, with lots of ouch and oh shits in there.  Pillow under the leg, pillow not under the leg, half sitting up, laying flat.  When he fidgets like that I don't sleep, plus I was worried about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did notice he was sleeping soundly this morning, and I looked over at him, and he was face down.  His head was not turned to the side, it was straight into the bed.  It was the worst possible position for his knee, but the only one he could get comfortable in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puddles (that is our puppy that we got last september) she is a brindle piebald mini wienie dog.  Yup she is a character.  I will see if I can remember how to load pictures on here and load one of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Puddles is like a big daddy's dog.  She loves me and Kiddo, but she really loves her daddy.  And she just worry warted him to death.  Yesterday wouldn't leave his side.  Last night after she stopped worrying all over him, she proceeded to try and push me out of bed so she could be the one to sleep with him.  Today she has followed his every movement, not leaving him for a fraction of an inch all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to talk about our big white pointer, Buster, well poor Buster had to go be with Buck and grandma.  He was 15 and it was only 2 weeks after we got the puppy.  I sure do miss him though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have been working at reading you all.  Hope to see you all drop by soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of here to go to bed.  meds have kicked in and I'm feeling real happy and tired.  hehehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1341394804649392504?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1341394804649392504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1341394804649392504' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1341394804649392504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1341394804649392504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2010/07/ouch-yaaaawwwwnnn-ouch.html' title='Ouch yaaaawwwwnnn Ouch!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-8152653044445306157</id><published>2010-07-19T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:49:36.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit Don't Faint!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes it really is me.  I know you can't believe it.  heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I was going to take last summer off.  Well things got away from me.  I really did have to concentrate about me.  I'm still having to do that a bit.  But I think things are getting better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, and short run down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer, went to three funerals, got tired of people dying. &lt;br /&gt;Went to our 20 year class reunion.  I was always an outcast/nerd in school.  I sat at the table with all the rest from that "click" and guess who had the rowdiest and funnest table around?  Everyone laughing and having a good time.  Yup it was our table.  Pissed off the "popular"  group that still hasn't let go of high school.  I loved every minute of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did water aerobics all dam summer last year.  Worked my butt off, didn't lose a dam pound.  Didn't even seem to tone up. It was so depressing, I could barely stand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our suburban broke down, got it running again, but no a/c, and it was jerking all over the place.  We poured over 500 bucks into the dam thing.  This spring a guy from work got it to quit jerking, but we still have no a/c.  In Arizona, IN THE SUMMER!!!!  I try not to go anywhere till the sun goes down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sept, we signed up with a debt settlement group.  We were and still are just drowning.  Hopefully in another year I can actually pay groceries and pay bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister if you remember her, she came out for Thanksgiving.  It was kinda bittersweet.  First holiday she spent with us since mom died.  And then in January her divorce was final, and she moved into a house of her own.  I'm not gonna say much more, not my place, hers if she comes back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled all through the winter with my health.  I continued to see the doc every month.  In March and April we started getting info from the insurance so I could move forward with lap band or gastric bypass (need lots of other stuff first)  But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Feb, Gigantor's  knee started hurting him way worse than it ever had.  We put my surgery on hold, because he is the mobile one, the one working and taking care of this family.  We started concentrating on his knee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning my giant hubby went in for surgery.  He is home and doing much better.  He had a very HUGE tear in his meniscus.  They sent home pictures of it, and ick.  Poor baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son graduated from 8th grade in May.  Yup he is going to be in highschool this August.  He has been a big help with me and now with gigantor being all crippled up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually got a job this summer.  He was/is working at his uncles taxedermy shop.  Some people think ick, but we all think it's pretty cool, and what a neat skill to learn. Maybe he can stuff Captain Daddy when it's his time.  hahahaha  (sorry family joke) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to go, see if anyone drops by.  I will try to get back at this.  I'm slowly reading on some of you and commenting.  Seems I have a lot of blogs to erase, cuz people have disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-8152653044445306157?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/8152653044445306157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=8152653044445306157' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8152653044445306157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8152653044445306157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2010/07/holy-shit-dont-faint.html' title='Holy Shit Don&apos;t Faint!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-334886102400945301</id><published>2009-06-05T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:04:05.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow it's been almost a month.  I'm so sorry about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna take a break from the blog for the summer.  I hope you all will keep checking in, and know that I will be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so very busy.  I've been working hard on getting things going to work on my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meds are starting to work pretty good.  Seems we have gotten ahead of most of the pain and the cymbalta is doing wonders.  I am loving life, which is good, cuz I didn't care if I ever saw daylight again some days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor has been praising me a bunch.  Just the other day he told me that I did more in the past three weeks than I did in the past 8 months.  I felt proud, that means things are moving along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hitting the pool 3 to 4 times a week, to do my water aerobic workout.  It started out at about 20 minutes, went up to 30, and now I'm up to 35.  I'm feeling great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad this week though. Gigantor had training all week, has training for something else all weekend, and works regular next week.  That means 11 days before I can get in the pool again, and I hope it doesn't set me way back, cuz I have been feeling tons better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walking isn't any easier yet, but I'm hoping that will come along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up getting the sleeves for the pneumatic pump I have for the lymphadema in my legs.  That has been working pretty good too.  Didn't take me long to get up to using them for an hour at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on facebook alot, so if any of you facebook let me know and I'll add ya or you add me or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 20 year class reunion is in two weeks.  We weren't gonna go, it was gonna be 125 bucks per person.  I couldn't afford 250.  Cuz Gigantor graduated same year.  Well they lowered it to 25 dollars per person, because they only had 8 people sign up for it.  So....we are gonna go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know I hate leaving and not updating and reading all the time.  But right now I have to be really selfish and get my health amoung other things in order.  If I do that right, I haven't had the time to blog as I would like.  So....I will try to pop in once in a while, but I am going to take most of this summer off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do care about you all, and hope that everyone will stick with me, and I will be back, that's a promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know I have an e-mail link on here, and like I said, I check into facebook alot.  So....I hope to hear from you all, and I'll try to pop by your blogs every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon  PROMISE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-334886102400945301?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/334886102400945301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=334886102400945301' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/334886102400945301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/334886102400945301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/06/need-break.html' title='Need a Break'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3879681937852126250</id><published>2009-05-11T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:52:46.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh how busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sghvh67xK9I/AAAAAAAAA5E/5tyFVsDo-Zk/s1600-h/cat+quicksand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sghvh67xK9I/AAAAAAAAA5E/5tyFVsDo-Zk/s320/cat+quicksand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334636387166661586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy guacamole what a busy weekend.  First off let me thank you all for your birthday wishes for Kiddo.  You all are great.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a little something before talking about what all we did.  I started having these more serious health problems the end of last summer.  I make myself get out like once a week.  Just walking, getting in and out of the vehicle, going in places, heck even sitting in the vehicle longer than 10 minutes kills me.  So..I usually go one place, cuz getting in and out of the vehicle twice is about all I can take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Friday, I got up with Gigantor and Kiddo, and we had breakfast.  I went with them, we dropped him off at school.  Then delivered a check to electric, and water company, went to post office, went by true value, went down to the feed store to get dog food and they weren't open yet.  So...went by captain Daddy's (he was gonna go to walmart with us) but we knocked and knocked and couldn't get him up.  So...we delivered avon books off the hill, then went back and got dog food, went up to Safeway and gigantor ran in and got the stuff on the small list.  Delivered avon books up town, then down the hill to Bashas, and he did another small list.  By this time, my legs are screaming.  Went back to daddy's to get him up.  A big fat no go.  So..went home and unloaded our  groceries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor went to get gas in his vehicle and to make sure daddy was up, and I started making calls to the ins.  And what not, cuz they are jacking me around on the pump and sleeves for my legs.  Anywhooo, he came back at a decent hour, and said that daddy would be up in a few and we go to walmart.  So...we ate lunch and I called a friend to see if Kiddo could stay there.  Then daddy got here, and we went to post office, to pick up my big avon order.  Then down to walmart.  I went inside and did the ridey cart thing.  We went all over that dam store.  Was getting him a couple more pressies, and Daddy hadn't gotten him any yet, so helped him pick a couple out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left walmart at 5:30.  Went and got Kiddo and went the bank, then we had to come home and unload everything.  Daddy bought us dinner, which was nice, cuz we were exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt called me at 10 asking if it was to late to come over.  I said "no you will help me stay awake) (cuz I had lots of shit to still do)  So...we got some prep work done for the bbq.  And me and Auntie wrapped pressies.  She left at 1:30 in the morning, we went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, got up early and started right away.  Made the big ass potato salad.  Baked a cake, got baked beans started in the crock pot, cut up watermelon, pineapple, and some berries.  Filled ice chest, Then after all that, we put most of the stuff out ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great bbq, and we had tons of people we "liked" there.  hahahahaha  People didn't leave till 10:30.  So...On sunday  my goal was to sleep in.  Well nobody wanted to let me do that.  AFter I got my lovely flowers from the kid, and a couple movies fromt he hubs.  I sat on the couch, we all ate lunch, and I fell asleep.  I could not keep my eyes open.  I finally got up and we had a very nice dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired as hell today, keep closing my eyes, and falling forward.  uggghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I hope you all had a great weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3879681937852126250?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3879681937852126250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3879681937852126250' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3879681937852126250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3879681937852126250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-gosh-how-busy.html' title='Oh my gosh how busy'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sghvh67xK9I/AAAAAAAAA5E/5tyFVsDo-Zk/s72-c/cat+quicksand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-8398358279466191371</id><published>2009-05-08T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:18:22.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Birthday Kiddo!!!!!  Happy 13th birthday to my baby.  It took years to have him, and I'm so happy for him yet so upset that he is already a teenager.  ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIDDO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU CAN KNOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-8398358279466191371?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/8398358279466191371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=8398358279466191371' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8398358279466191371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8398358279466191371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-6499684702847131789</id><published>2009-05-04T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:58:55.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy sploding cats batman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sf9_g_s298I/AAAAAAAAA48/y00Spek0q7Q/s1600-h/cat+sploded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sf9_g_s298I/AAAAAAAAA48/y00Spek0q7Q/s320/cat+sploded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332120688662083522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Man now it's been over a week since I posted.  Please bear with me everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really bad at blogging and reading blogs here lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy period.  Yes everyone here got sick.  Luckily I didn't get it real bad.  And that's very unusual for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo and Gigantor had it bad.  They had antibiotics for 5 days, but it took them both an additional week before they started feeling among the living again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have still been trying to settle things with dad's insurance, and I've been dealing with my medical insurance for a bunch of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally started warming up good.  Jump started us to start getting more stuff done and try to get this yard all in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got access to the pool at my dad's campground.  I've been trying to find access to a pool forever.  I have taken so many years of water aerobics that I know most the dang exercises.  And with my knees and back and just weight and breathing issues.  All the combined heath issues.  I'm sure it would be great for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I got permission to use their pool.  So....gigantor is gonna help me out and we are gonna be doing that at least three days a week (his days off)  cuz for some reason this pool closes at 6:30, so hard to do it on work nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping if we can do it Fri, Sat, Sun every week for the next 4 weeks, then when school is out, maybe I can move a bit better, and maybe my aunt can start taking me and I can do a few more days a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well...since things have been real busy, and honestly people....I'm trying to work on myself a bit so that I stay among the living and not in a wheelchair.  So...I might only be posting once or twice a week.  I hope you all understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-6499684702847131789?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/6499684702847131789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=6499684702847131789' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6499684702847131789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6499684702847131789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-sploding-cats-batman.html' title='Holy sploding cats batman.'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sf9_g_s298I/AAAAAAAAA48/y00Spek0q7Q/s72-c/cat+sploded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-6548213401471297975</id><published>2009-04-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:22:01.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't posted in a long time.  I appoligize for that.  Been a busy and icky week.  Kid called me from school on monday he was in so much pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took him to the doctor, he had a double ear infection and a sinus infection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of calls back and forth with dad's insurance and my insurance on a medical thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, woke up coughing, Gigantor sick as a dog.  Gigantor caught what kiddo had, and he refuses to go to the doctor, he might go tomorrow when he has to work a 10 hour day feeling like crap.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit snuffly, but I got that dam dry cough again.  The one I had for 5 weeks straight last summer.  I think I'm fighting it off, or at least I'm hoping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm very wary, cuz I have never not gotten sick when everyone else in the house is.  I'm expecting to get it.  And end up at the doctors again.  ugggghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I'm gonna go, took some meds early and they are kicking in, so I want to go try to get some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-6548213401471297975?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/6548213401471297975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=6548213401471297975' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6548213401471297975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6548213401471297975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-8749821206458823853</id><published>2009-04-20T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:28:27.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Se1g3N8WU6I/AAAAAAAAA40/Fpnm2bMhk8U/s1600-h/bambi+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Se1g3N8WU6I/AAAAAAAAA40/Fpnm2bMhk8U/s320/bambi+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327020436001018786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;16 years ago, on April 21st.  I found myself in Norfolk Virginia visiting you.  You were still in the Navy.  You said again, you wanted to do it for the extra money and insurance, and we would do a formal one later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bedroom of the rented run down house you shared with sometimes 2 and sometimes up to 7 other Navy guys, I got dressed in my new dress.  It was white, both sleeves off the shoulder, it had huge colorful tropical flowers on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got dressed in your dress blues.  We asked for directions to the court house in Norfolk.  No family, no nobody there, we were going to take a taxi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your three closest friends in the Navy surprised us.  They were outside, all in their dress blues, waiting to take us in Pat's big purple clunker of a car.  They drove us to the court house.  Keith showed up with a small bunch of flowers, and handed them to me.  I gave a shy smile.  I had only met these three guys 4 days previous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I went inside and filled out all the paperwork, and walked down a long hallway to a room.  The Justice's name was Rufus.  I will never forget the little short, very old, balding, thick glasses man that had a voice and demeanor of the kindest preacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your three friends followed us in.  Rufus said, I'm sorry, these rooms are so small only family can come in.  At which point Rick said "We are their family, besides we are in the wedding party" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufus looked at us weird, you nodded and smiled.  As we stood up in front of him, he asked if we had rings.  I took off my engagement ring, because we hadn't even bought wedding rings yet.  I handed it to you so you could put it back on my finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick announced that he was the best man, Keith announced he was the maid of honor and Pat announced that he was the flower girl.  Rufus smiled and nodded with understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both so nervous and sweating, he even gave us a couple nice bible verses. In all of 10 minutes it was over, and we had to finalize the paperwork.  We were married.  We had done it.  We had completely pissed our families off too.  It was hell on earth informing both of our families afterwords that we were married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I came home 5 days later, and continued to plan our "big" wedding.  We had a proper preacher, the proper flower girl, and ring bearer, the white dress, the suit, the dinner and dancing after, as we renewed our vows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will never ever forget, those three kind young men, that dressed up to the hilt, after just barely meeting me.  That stated they were our family and in our wedding party.  That took us out to eat later, and all went to sleep on the ship that night to give us the house to ourselves.  We never asked them, they had huge hearts.  They made April 21st very special for me and for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it was hard to leave you, and the parents were very pissed off at us for a long time.  I would still do it all over again in a heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear Husband!!!  I love you more today than yesterday!  I still get a thrill and butterflies as you walk in the door after work every day!!  I'm excited when you call me just because.  Snuggling with you is still the best thing in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the son you helped us get, that we struggled so hard for.  I love how dedicated you were to the process.  How much you supported me through everything, and how we have made the most beautiful and most loved creature on the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you have been my rock and stood by me through so much.  It started with the death of my two best friends Star and Buck.  It went through three surgeries, tons of infertility, losing a job, losing some friends, losing my sister to another state, and finally losing my mom.  You have never been more strong than when I have needed you.  You have been strong enough to take care of me, and make the boogey man go away, and gentle enough to hold me and sob with me when I'm at my lowest.  You have given me the privilege to be with you on your hard times.  Finding out horrid things from the past, and still standing strong at your side, being with you through two surgeries and one air evac out of town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you stand by me and help me and love me through all this I'm going through now.  You have made arrangements to help or find help for me when I need it.  You've taken over alot of the physical burden, and you still love and long for me.  It can not make a woman feel more special or more loved than when their husband, lusts after them at their complete lowest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to another 16 years, and hope I still remember Rufus, Rick, Keith and Pat.  They will forever be locked away in a special place in my heart.  A place that sealed us onto this path of walking together through all of lifes obsticals.  And yes in our case it's more like riding crazy rapids on a shit river.  But it's been one hell of a ride, and full of love and laughter.  I don't think I could ask for a better man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until god creates a man that doesn't fart and laugh about it, or that it doesn't smell bad enough to clear the room of even the animals, then I am convinced I have one of the few bestest estest men in the entire world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with everything I have, More than you will ever know, and always and forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-8749821206458823853?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/8749821206458823853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=8749821206458823853' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8749821206458823853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8749821206458823853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/04/16-years-ago.html' title='16 Years Ago'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Se1g3N8WU6I/AAAAAAAAA40/Fpnm2bMhk8U/s72-c/bambi+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4110321725206531375</id><published>2009-04-16T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:16:26.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry I haven't posted!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Segdbf7eIcI/AAAAAAAAA4c/X2C3xlnqi5E/s1600-h/momofyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Segdbf7eIcI/AAAAAAAAA4c/X2C3xlnqi5E/s320/momofyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325538917630222786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SegdbBJ7_VI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-tjsqeDzvv8/s1600-h/award+from+miranda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SegdbBJ7_VI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-tjsqeDzvv8/s320/award+from+miranda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325538909369400658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I haven't posted all dang week.  Haven't had anything to say.  I'm so dam boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temp major dropped here.  It's fricken freezing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo was sick today, kept him home.  He's gonna try to go to school tomorrow, cuz he wants to go play at Skinny K's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought since I didn't have much to say, I would post two awards I got.  The top one was from Dirty Laundry blog, and the bottom one was from Miranda's blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like picking just 5 people to get awards, I really don't think that is fair when you think there is much more than 5 that are deserving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the top one is for any mom out there that is like me.  Loves laughing and having fun at your childs expense.  hahahahaha  My son is always good for a crack up.  To him saying "oh yeah baby" at Alice on Twilight, to him saying  "OMG MOM MY POOP IS BLUE!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, he is good for tons of laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second award, I think if you read my blog and have stuck with me through all the shit through all the years, then you are very deserving.  So..you just click and capture that little baby and post it on your blog from little ole me.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend.  I'll be checking in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4110321725206531375?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4110321725206531375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4110321725206531375' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4110321725206531375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4110321725206531375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-i-havent-posted.html' title='Sorry I haven&apos;t posted!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Segdbf7eIcI/AAAAAAAAA4c/X2C3xlnqi5E/s72-c/momofyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4148204376176930451</id><published>2009-04-13T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:50:32.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy and More Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOM-kF2_AI/AAAAAAAAA4M/isStUID6a0E/s1600-h/cat+leaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOM-kF2_AI/AAAAAAAAA4M/isStUID6a0E/s320/cat+leaking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324254190950087682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh man what a busy 3 days, well 5 days for me.  I am so sore today, so very very sore, and hurting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to going out and about a day or maybe two a week.  I went out and did lots of physical things for the past 5 days.  Now I'm hurting.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things that happened in last 5 days.  2 doctor appointments.....buy stuff for trailer for dad....getting his trailer re set up back on the pad....going to three stores....getting avon in....class for the boys....going to the movie....paying bills.....cleaning the house.....Kiddo's friend spending a night.....Big ass easter dinner on Sunday.  I'm so tired, and sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great easter, I hope you all did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched some movies this weekend again.  Went to Race to Witch Mountain.  Oh my gosh it was soooooooo good!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then watched a movie from netflix.  Babylon  A.D.  With Vin Diesel.  It was okay but not what we were expecting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kiddo got three movies for Easter.  He got Tales of Desperoux (spelling)  The Day the Earth Stood Still and Bedtime Stories.  We watched Bedtime Stories last night.  That was a very very good movie!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, hope you all are having a great Monday, and I'll be checking in soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4148204376176930451?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4148204376176930451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4148204376176930451' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4148204376176930451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4148204376176930451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy-and-more-busy.html' title='Busy Busy and More Busy'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOM-kF2_AI/AAAAAAAAA4M/isStUID6a0E/s72-c/cat+leaking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-7437688765285273905</id><published>2009-04-11T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:03:44.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeBATZF-nvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7L2muuMxj2U/s1600-h/rabbit_idiot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeBATZF-nvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7L2muuMxj2U/s320/rabbit_idiot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323325461449580274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First of all that cartoon makes me snort.  That is so darn funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another very busy two days.  So much to do, before I can even think about easter dinner.  It was going to be a nice quiet dinner for three.  Now I have a dinner for 7 that has to be done at 2 in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining.  I love having people over that have no place to go for the holidays.  Especially if they are family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to wish you all a very happy Easter.  I hope it's full of blessings and peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May none of you get a rotten egg.  hehehehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and an even better easter everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-7437688765285273905?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/7437688765285273905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=7437688765285273905' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7437688765285273905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7437688765285273905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-blessings.html' title='Easter Blessings'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeBATZF-nvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7L2muuMxj2U/s72-c/rabbit_idiot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-2655265051086906002</id><published>2009-04-09T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:41:45.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin through the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sd4_rXIosoI/AAAAAAAAA3c/PzM0vcQrDW8/s1600-h/easter_egg_tramp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sd4_rXIosoI/AAAAAAAAA3c/PzM0vcQrDW8/s320/easter_egg_tramp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322761823775666818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well we are working through the week.  Thank you everyone for your well wishes for my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a guy down this morning so he can get a written estimate.  Hopefully we can start getting things fixed up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't planned much for easter.  Kiddo is to old for an egg hunt.  But he asked if he could still dye the eggs.  Well of course I love to dye eggs too, so why not.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were gonna make a late lunch early dinner thing.  So....Linner.  For easter, cuz daddy has to work at 6 that evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday asked the aunt and uncle if they had plans and they said no, so we said they were coming over for dinner.  Now I have to kick my butt and clean my house.  hahahahaa  At least the kitchen/dinning room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we have a busy weekend set.  Tomorrow go to walmart and both other grocery stores.  Help dad maybe get jacks and his trailer set back up.  Do up a couple easter gifts for my friends two little kids.  Deliver them, and get my avon.  Do up my avon order, get some dinner made, and the boys go to martial arts class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we need to clean up inside the house.  And or help dad with the trailer, and get some prep work done for dinner the next day.  Deliver avon and books, and then color eggs.  We also wanted to try and go to the matinee at the theater, but not sure we are gonna make that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sunday, just up and working on getting dinner going, so that we can eat early, and do any last minute cleaning.  Give our own kid his easter basket.  Even though he doesn't want to egg hunt, doesn't mean he shouldn't get an easter basket.  Probably have a couple yum yum's in it and a movie or two.  He wants Desperaux and Bedtime Stories.  So...that is probably what will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, hope you have a good couple days.  I'm gonna try to post again before easter, got another good easter funny to show everyone.  heheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Thursday all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-2655265051086906002?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/2655265051086906002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=2655265051086906002' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2655265051086906002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2655265051086906002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/04/workin-through-week.html' title='Workin through the week'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sd4_rXIosoI/AAAAAAAAA3c/PzM0vcQrDW8/s72-c/easter_egg_tramp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-7098740836703310328</id><published>2009-04-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:29:32.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend was like being hit in the face with a pile of poo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SdrggkOXdhI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BlJeB8j8RLY/s1600-h/easter+angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SdrggkOXdhI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BlJeB8j8RLY/s320/easter+angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321812759776032274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;First of all, that picture is so dam funny it makes me fart when I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the reason of the title about my weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I was sleeping in.  Gigantor took Kiddo down to the IDPA shoot.  It's combat shooting practice.  They usually have a police officer doing it.  It was their first time, and Kiddo did very well.  He did the double shots right in the main body mass on all the targets.  Well one he got in the head, but that doesn't minus points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so they are on their way home from that, and the idler pully in the suburban froze up and busted the belt then the pully busted all apart.  Gigantor was able to coast into where my dad lived, and used his car and went to Checker auto, they said they didn't have the parts but Car Quest did.  So he goes to Car Quest, and they had the wrong pulley, so then he's off to Napa.  He gets the pulley back in and realizes he has the wrong belt, so goes back to car quest. Turns in the other belt, and they don't have the right one, so back to Checker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came hom 3:30 and none of us had even eaten that day yet.  So...yeah we bought some taco's.  Dinner was a small sandwich later.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we stay up watching movies, and such.  Go to bed.  I'm sitting in bed, and got sucked into a movie, so I stayed up and watched it.  Turned out the lights to go to bed at 3 in the morning.  The phone started ringing at 4 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;I grab it, thinking someone is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hello (loud and breathless)&lt;br /&gt;Voice on other End:  Is this (enter first and last name)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes it is. &lt;br /&gt;voice:  this is officer so and so from the Police dept&lt;br /&gt;(I thought maybe he was outside and something was wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Okay&lt;br /&gt;Officer:  Do you still own the trailer down in the KOA at space **&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well it's actually my dad's but my name is one it.&lt;br /&gt;(my heart is beating fast now.  I'm thinking OMG  it's fucking burned down, or they found my dad dead inside)&lt;br /&gt;Officer:  Well there has been an inncodent.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What happened???  (I'm almost in major panic moad now.  Gigantor is up getting dressed, and asking what what? cuz he can see my face and hear my voice) &lt;br /&gt;Officer:  Well someone came around the corner at the back and hit your dads trailer and knocked it off the pad. &lt;br /&gt;Me: (so relieved that it didn't burn down and dad not dead)  OH GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Pardon me?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Then that means my dad is okay. He's at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor went down there and met with another officer.  One that makes my Giant look like a fricken midget.  This guy is HUGE to say the least.  They look at the trailer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad lives at the very back of the trailer park, so he's sorta out of the way not bugging anyone.  Well there is a corner on the street right out front of him to turn around the trailers facing his.  This guy in a truck came whipping around that corner at 50 plus mph (parks speed limit is 5mph)  And his truck fish tailed and the back end smacked into my dad's trailer, the tongue of it, thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....BUT he was going so fast and hit it so hard that it threw the trailer over 6 feet.  Broke all the jackes underneath it, and flung 2 of the propane bottles down the road and the other 100 gallon bottle that was chained to it, whipped so hard it got lodged beneath the trailer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily a lady a few trailers down and behind heard it, and looked out and saw the truck, then her husband ran over and turned off all the propane.  And she called the police. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other very lucky thing, is as the HUGE officer and Gigantor were standing there talking, low and behold a truck fitting that description starts pulling down the street.  HUGE cop goes and steps in front of it, and asks them if they were involved in an incident earlier.  Driver denied it.  HUGE cop walked around the truck, and their right back end was fucked!!! and parts of their truck all over where my dad's trailer is.  So...he goes, back and goes, wanna tell me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger says, Yeah he hit the trialer.  The passenger is the one that owned the truck, and luckily had insurance.  The driver got arrested for hit and run, and DUI and reckless driving and excessive speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...now we are waiting on police report to get to the insurance and we have to try and find quotes from somewhere, and there are NO rv places here, sales, repair, nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that was our weekend, we are still tired as hell, we were up all night sat/sun and all day sunday, and from stress up most of last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a better weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-7098740836703310328?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/7098740836703310328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=7098740836703310328' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7098740836703310328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7098740836703310328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-weekend-was-like-being-hit-in-face.html' title='My weekend was like being hit in the face with a pile of poo.'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SdrggkOXdhI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BlJeB8j8RLY/s72-c/easter+angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-579554744441795917</id><published>2009-04-03T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:59:32.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy ass day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sdb1F8rgNpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/CFDVPtX54eA/s1600-h/Venom+Vixen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sdb1F8rgNpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/CFDVPtX54eA/s320/Venom+Vixen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320709492321564306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;First of all check out the picture of the super hero that me and Kiddo made.  He helped me make one of myself.  It's the Venom Vixen.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, crazy ass day.  Stupid ass wind.  IHATETHEWIND!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind started blowing like a crazy bitch last night.  Knocking things over, shaking the house, loud as hell.  Then it got real hot in the house, I had to turn the window unit cooler on.  I kept watching the clock.  Guess when I fell asleep real good.  I dozed off at 5 this morning, till about 6:30 Then I didn't fall asleep again till about 7:50, but got woken up at 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor was working on an online application last night.  He continued to work on it this morning.  For two or three hours, did a good 2 hours last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy showed up to fix my ice maker on my fridge, better yet,  he just replaced it.  Cost 159 bucks.  But that's much better than I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Daddy came over and had Gigantor cut his hair then he did laundry.  He had mentioned last night about buying dinner, but then he bailed about 5:30.  So...we were left going.  Ummmmm huhhhh??  So...yeah we did a bad thing and got drive thru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor worked another hour or two through the day on that application thing.  I still don't think it's done, but I think it's close.  I have his paper work strewn all over the computer desk and my avon stuff and the table, as he's been looking for everything.  (the application is to move up a possition at the dam he's at now.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew so crazy all day and they said it's gonna blow even crazier next couple days.  Good grief.  A huge snow storm just moved through south of us.  Like blizzard like snow storm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow not much else to say, hope you all enjoy the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-579554744441795917?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/579554744441795917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=579554744441795917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/579554744441795917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/579554744441795917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-ass-day.html' title='crazy ass day'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sdb1F8rgNpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/CFDVPtX54eA/s72-c/Venom+Vixen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-7239731320235310673</id><published>2009-04-01T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:48:50.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIss my ASS Wind!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SdO2DW1gD-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/TWVY5Gv0UIQ/s1600-h/dog+raspberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SdO2DW1gD-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/TWVY5Gv0UIQ/s320/dog+raspberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319795753640529890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh my gosh I am so hating the wind.  It's been blowing for 2 weeks straight.  Not like breezy blowing.  But like 30mph or more sustained, and up to 60 and 70 mph gusts.  I am so sick of it it's not even funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate the wind!!!!!!  It sucks major donkey dick!!  I could never live someplace that is windy all year long.  I would rather have some rain right now, to water the plants than the wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a dam other thing is going on here.  Nothing at all.  Gigantor working, and hating the wind.  Kiddo and school, and hating the wind.  Me here and hating the wind.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been obsessed with hiding easter eggs on facebook though.  Only have three people doing it with me (that is in my friends list, which is really small)  But it's fun as hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well since I'm so interesting and since I'm in a hating mother nature mood.  I'm gonna go read blogs and cuss her out some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Wednesday everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-7239731320235310673?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/7239731320235310673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=7239731320235310673' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7239731320235310673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7239731320235310673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiss-my-ass-wind.html' title='KIss my ASS Wind!!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SdO2DW1gD-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/TWVY5Gv0UIQ/s72-c/dog+raspberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4663530900017563636</id><published>2009-03-30T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:06:50.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SdEWLDd79SI/AAAAAAAAA28/Nd2hu16OyGY/s1600-h/cat+snow+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SdEWLDd79SI/AAAAAAAAA28/Nd2hu16OyGY/s320/cat+snow+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319057014066509090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Okay can somebody tell me how in gods name, in Arizona, the end of March, why it is SNOWING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that's right, it was snowing last night.  When it started snowing, I still had my cooler on.  hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got all warm again last week, was nice except the dam wind blew every day.  Then last night, Gigantor went out once, and comes in going  "Brrrr it feels like blizzard weather out there" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, cuz it's March, in Arizona.  He opened the door later to let the dogs out, and it was fricken snowing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of my weekend wasn't to bad.  Saturday we were major busy again.  I wrote out bills, kid played with a new friend.  I'll call him Little D.  We took him home and took Kiddo down to Skinny K's and we delivered my avon and books.  We had so much to do took us over 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and just sat around talking for a bit, then went and got Kiddo, had some dinner and watched City of Ember.  Wow...it was a really good movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we got up late, sorta lazed around.  Started watching a tape in the bedroom, and was lazily getting dressed.  Kiddo was over at Little D's house.  Then we noticed that Captain Daddy had been sitting out here in the living room waiting for us to come out of the bedroom.  *sigh*  I lovers him, and he's over alot and I love that.  But come on!!!  Weekends are the only time I have with my hubby, and us three together.  And where as I don't mind him over one of the three days hubby is off.  He's been coming over all three, and staying most the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor and I just wanted a lazy day and maybe to even have some um um um in the bedroom, since the kid was gone.  But no, my father was in the living room.  grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he left about 4.  And informed me he would be over today.  He was supposed to make an appointment with the pediotrist over a month ago.  But he has piddle farted around and now he says only reason he is coming over is so I can call and make him an appointment.  grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough ranting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After daddy left, we vegged on the couch, watched some t.v. and cuddled.  Then Gigantor grilled some steaks.  yummmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm outa here, gonna go read blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4663530900017563636?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4663530900017563636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4663530900017563636' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4663530900017563636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4663530900017563636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-heck.html' title='What the heck???'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SdEWLDd79SI/AAAAAAAAA28/Nd2hu16OyGY/s72-c/cat+snow+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5862607072350265230</id><published>2009-03-27T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:44:08.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running  pant pant pant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sc3FHDoc_qI/AAAAAAAAA20/HWDeb9BFJ5U/s1600-h/dragon+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sc3FHDoc_qI/AAAAAAAAA20/HWDeb9BFJ5U/s320/dragon+woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318123460019158690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;OMG  don't you just love that picture.  I love that picture alot alot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy for a couple of days.  Wednesday night my dad called me.  He had falled at work.  He stepped off a curb at work and slipped and fell.  He cut up and banged up his knee, and he hit his arm.  He had his coat on.  He said later it felt almost wet, so he thought he might have a spot of blood and need a bandaid.  So he went up to the security room and got the lady there.  Took his jacket off, and the entire lower arm of his shirt was covered in blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took his shirt off, and he had a palm sized chunk of hide off, and just hanging there.  She trimmed it up and doctored it up for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doctored him up again on Thursday.  I was dead ass tired on Thursday too.  My back/hips are really bothering me.  So they are making me legs and arms, burn and twitch when I lay down.  Like they are spasaming and cramping.  So...I'm having to constantly move them.  Wed night I got 1/2 hour sleep, that was it.  Thursday night I got about 3 hours sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up early today (Friday) and made some lists for stores, and ate some eggs and toast.  Put makeup and jewelry on.  Went to my nail appointment.  Gigantor took Daddy to walmart and walked real nice and slow with him.  I had to text Gigantor and say, we had 10 minutes left and the nail lady had to leave and lockup so he better come get me.  They weren't even out of walmart yet.  *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...nail lady (who is my friend and lives across the street)  Took me with her, to go get her kid, then gas in her car, then Gigantor was finally home.  Came in, it was almost 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a customer that lives out on the Rez that wanted her avon when she got off work at 5.  So...I hurried my ass off unloading it, checking it in, writing it all up and bagging it all.  And the dam idiot never showed up or called or anything.  We called her work and left messages on her voice mail but nothing.  grrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Daddy bought us all an early dinner (quizno's) and we watched Bolt.  That was good.  Earlier Gigantor worked with peroxide and got the blood out of daddy's shirt.  So it was saturated in spray and wash and put in the washer on cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Gigantor and Kiddo headed to the Silot class and me and daddy stayed.  I was so tired, I just sorta grunted at him.  He played with the dogs, and gathered his laundry after the boys came home, which was after 9.  Then he went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at me now, still up at almost midnight, and dinking on blogs.  Dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I'm gonna go and read a few and get my ass in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5862607072350265230?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5862607072350265230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5862607072350265230' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5862607072350265230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5862607072350265230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-pant-pant-pant.html' title='Running  pant pant pant'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sc3FHDoc_qI/AAAAAAAAA20/HWDeb9BFJ5U/s72-c/dragon+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4026907310408210145</id><published>2009-03-25T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:50:14.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Scpscr_TjdI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Bfyval_vUHk/s1600-h/crazymuch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Scpscr_TjdI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Bfyval_vUHk/s320/crazymuch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317181550164676050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I saw this picture and it made me shudder.  Me!!  The one that pushes the bar all the time.  I shuddered at this.  hahahahaha  That guy needs some serious help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been inquiring to the kids about the "easy open pickle jar" thing.  Neither of them have any idea what it means or why they keep saying it.  One of lifes great mysteries I guess.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not  dam thing of any interest has been going on here past couple day.  I'm sure it's waiting for the weekend again. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated that dam Obama's speech messed with my regular scheduled programs.  The stupid ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor and I aren't gonna make parent teacher conferences this year.  Kiddo has had a half day on tuesday and has another on Thursday.  Well...the confrences are in the afternoon with one day having evening one's.  We screwed up the day, we thought it was thursday, but we missed them they were Tuesday. hahahaha  Oh well, we had the meeting with his teachers not to long ago.  I don't really care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I have nothing, not a dam thing more to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...hope you all have a good hump day Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And give a good shudder to that picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4026907310408210145?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4026907310408210145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4026907310408210145' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4026907310408210145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4026907310408210145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to say'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Scpscr_TjdI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Bfyval_vUHk/s72-c/crazymuch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3354248360373576541</id><published>2009-03-23T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:28:46.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup it's Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Scfe3jki1RI/AAAAAAAAA2k/o20NQaoxe_M/s1600-h/dog+monday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Scfe3jki1RI/AAAAAAAAA2k/o20NQaoxe_M/s320/dog+monday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316462931156849938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wow, crazy weather here.  I had Gigantor get the cooler up and running this past week, cuz it was dam hot.  Almost in it's 90's  Then yesterday.  It dropped 30 degree's.  Yup 30.  And the wind.  OMG  we had sustained winds of 40mph, and the news said gusts between 65 and 70mph.  It was crazy.  We have this red sand all around here (being in the desert) and the sky was just red.  It looked horrid.  Gigantor had to run outside to get something and he was coughing and washing his eyes out when he came back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the wind isn't as bad, sustained of 15mph and gusts up to 30, but the high today is supposed to be 55. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great spring break.  Kiddo played with Skinny K alot, and I got to relax alot.  hehehehe  Gigantor worked on some of the skirting on Friday.  Saturday he did a bit more, and he got me a hair appointment, cuz my hair was driving me nuts, so I went and got it cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the dinner with a friend, I didn't go.  Which was fine with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched movies on Sunday since the wind was so bad.  We watched Role Models.  That was funny as hell.  We watched Airplane, cuz kiddo wanted to see it.  Still as good as when I first saw it.  We watched Twilight, cuz Gigantor got it for me.  whoooohoooo  And we watched 88 Minutes.  I had never heard of this movie, but my sister told me about it, and she was right, it was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me leave you with some snippets of funny as hell conversations this past weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny K is one of the most accident prone children I have ever met.  At a track meet they were in first place in the relay until he fell on his face in the last leg of the race.  He's broken his toe in P.E.  He cut himself to need stitches.  He sprained and cracked his ankle doing gymnastics in P.E. and now he has a broken pinky from playing dodge ball in P.E.  Let me tell ya I would take him out of P.E. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, he comes over, and I'm giving him a hard time about being a klutz.  He's doing this little embarrassed growl thingie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks into Kiddo's room and I hear a major CRASH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me--what was that??&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo--it was Skinny K&lt;br /&gt;Me--what happened??&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo--he tripped and fell&lt;br /&gt;Me--is he okay??&lt;br /&gt;Skinny K--fine!!&lt;br /&gt;me--what did he trip over??&lt;br /&gt;Skinny K-- My feet!!&lt;br /&gt;Me--Boy we are gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap so you bounce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny K and Kiddo ---massive giggeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two boys call each other dumb dumb dugan all the time.  I don't know why, they say they don't either, they just do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor and I were sitting on the couch watching t.v. and We hear them yelling DUMB DUMB DUGAN  to each other.  Then Kiddo runs out of his bedroom, through the living room into the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo--EASY OPEN PICKLE JAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny K---STOP IT THAT'S MY DREAM, GET YOUR OWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both us parents looking at each other like "what the hell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both boys running back to Kiddo's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tandum chanting---EASY OPEN PICKLE JAR, EASY OPEN PICKLE JAR......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm checking for drugs or to much sugar.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one was last night.  It was Kiddo's bed time, and he was in the front bathroom, had the door cracked so he could talk to us.  I keep hearing this popping noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me--what is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo--what is what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me--what is that popping noise??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo--nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me--bullshit, I can hear it, and it's coming from you, what the hell is that popping noise??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo--The plunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me--DAMMIT SON STOP PLAYING WITH THE SHIT STICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo and Gigantor----bawhahahahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup good times.  Okay I'm going to read you all.  Have a good Monday everyone and don't let anyone piss on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3354248360373576541?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3354248360373576541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3354248360373576541' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3354248360373576541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3354248360373576541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/yup-its-monday.html' title='Yup it&apos;s Monday'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Scfe3jki1RI/AAAAAAAAA2k/o20NQaoxe_M/s72-c/dog+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-2397395372923819562</id><published>2009-03-19T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:25:12.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/ScKLdIN400I/AAAAAAAAA2c/i7tJ4oljLeI/s1600-h/cat+sports.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/ScKLdIN400I/AAAAAAAAA2c/i7tJ4oljLeI/s320/cat+sports.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314963842788807490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wow I haven't posted since Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say.  Been sleeping in a bit since it's spring break.  Kiddo and I watch a movie each afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other afternoon he wanted to watch The Messengers, cuz Kristen Stewart was in it.  And he wanted to see her in something else other than Twilight.  Well he wasn't really scared on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants so much to watch scary movies, and he can take lots of them but there is a few of them I don't think he can handle.  One of them being The Grudge.  But he pissed and moaned until I said, "okay but if it gets to scary tell me and we will shut it off"  Yeah...we maybe made it halfway through.  Now he's going through wanting the bathroom light on again all night.  My bad, I should have kept saying no.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle gave us two tickets for the Deer Association Dinner again this year.  I really really don't want to go.  First of all, we would have to fork 20 bucks out for a kids ticket.  Second, they have really low, hard and uncomfortable chairs.  When I sit in them to long it seems to set me back a few weeks with the work I'm doing to make my legs better.  And this is 4 to 6 hours.  I'm sure I will be to the point of barely being able to walk out the door.  I will be hurting so bad, I'm sure I won't enjoy myself.  So...I don't wanna go, and I wanna say no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to yell at Gigantor cuz aunt and uncle are pushing me to go, and so is he now.  I mean the food is good, not great but good.  It's a salad, prime rib, baked potato, roll, and a piece of cake for desert.  The girl scouts hand it out, so it always gets screwed up at least once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to buy any drink but water, and there are tons of raffles and an auction and every year the hubs bugs the shit out of me to buy him 20 to 50 dollars worth of raffle tickets, and we win nothing.  And I just don't want to deal with any of the shit this time.  And I really don't want the pain.  And I really really really don't want to be set that far back on my attempted recovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  AND there is a bbq the following weekend at aunt and uncles for the hunter safety instructors and spouses (no kids) and that will be uncomfortable enough, so I don't wanna do it two weeks in a row, and set myself that far back.  If I had to choose one I would rather do the bbq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thanks for letting me vent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-2397395372923819562?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/2397395372923819562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=2397395372923819562' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2397395372923819562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2397395372923819562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-post.html' title='The Next Post'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/ScKLdIN400I/AAAAAAAAA2c/i7tJ4oljLeI/s72-c/cat+sports.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-2197708823727725226</id><published>2009-03-17T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:15:00.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 17th!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sb_oUhObltI/AAAAAAAAA10/6exwjN8w6T8/s1600-h/green+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sb_oUhObltI/AAAAAAAAA10/6exwjN8w6T8/s320/green+lady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314221524534400722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I just want to wish you all a very happy St. Patrick's Day!!!!  May your corned beef be tender and tasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-2197708823727725226?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/2197708823727725226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=2197708823727725226' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2197708823727725226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2197708823727725226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-17th.html' title='March 17th!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sb_oUhObltI/AAAAAAAAA10/6exwjN8w6T8/s72-c/green+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5756594588348961108</id><published>2009-03-16T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:53:48.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest of the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sb6cgUTLfaI/AAAAAAAAA1s/gph1ugk1b4w/s1600-h/dog+off+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sb6cgUTLfaI/AAAAAAAAA1s/gph1ugk1b4w/s320/dog+off+road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313856689362664866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The rest of my weekend was almost as busy as Friday was.  Wow, what a whirlwind, but we had tons of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Gigantor went and ran to walmart and the grocery stores for me.  Came home and I got up and helped him and Kiddo put stuff away.  I finished up a touch of paperwork, and Captain Daddy came over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At noon  Skinny K and his mom came over.  She brought their new weinie dog puppy, his name is Cephus.  He is so dam adorable.  He stayed to socialize with other dogs a bit, and people, oh man he was a riot.  Skinny K's mom bought us all lunch. (taco bell)  And we all sat and visited till almost 5.  hahahaha  It was a good time.  The kids played for the most part.  Gigantor did take them down town and to the lumber store to get more skirting, and to the feed store for a big bag of dog food, then made them help him unload the truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor got started on the frame work for the skirting.  And he kept showing me a flyer were, the bbq he really wanted was on sale at sears for 299.  I just kept going, uh huh whatever.  Then he showed it to me, and it said if you bought it on Saturday, there would be no interest and no payments till April 2010. Dam skippy, I can pay that thing off before next year.  So...since our current bbq was basicly hosed, I told him okay.  God he was like a kid in a candy store, he was so excited.  It's a nice one, gas grill, 4 burners, and two side burners for pots and stuff.  My man, the caveman, the grill master.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After skinny K, his mom, his puppy, and captain daddy left.  D came over.  We were a bit tired, but we were watching Alien Resurection (my kid had done an alien marathon, then predetor marathon, then the avp and avpR)  D goes, "have you eaten" we said no, we were tired didn't know what to make.  So...D bought pizza.  whooohooo.  I know I've been eating better and stuff, but two people bought us food on Saturday, I haven't cheated in a while, so that was a big old splurge day.  hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Gigantor got up and worked a bit on the skirting again, then I got up.  He informed me his mom was coming to dinner (she is leaving today back for new mexico) I'm like ummm okay.  So...I made out some bills, and he cleaned the rest of the table off.  Then we ate some lunch and took off to deliver the rest of my avon and my books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up stuck at one place, the lady wanted to visit, then we went by Captain Daddies, asked him to come to dinner too.  Then another ladies we went by, she came out and cried, told me about almost losing her husband last month.  It was a close scary call.  Then she brought out her new puppy.  It was a long haired weinie dog puppy.  hahahaha so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished all our running around and came home and started dinner.  It was a nice dinner though, the visiting was nice and everything.  We had Gigantor's famous bbq chicken leg quarters.  (he skins them then boils them, then grills them and they come out soooooo gooey)  We had potatoes cut up, put lipton onion mushroom soup on it, a bit of olive oil and then microwave till tender.  Sooo good,has the flaver of the dried soup on them.  We had green salad and lemon poppyseed muffins too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we were so tired, bed time was like 9.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great weekend, and have a good week.  Spring break for us, so should be real nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5756594588348961108?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5756594588348961108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5756594588348961108' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5756594588348961108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5756594588348961108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/rest-of-weekend.html' title='Rest of the weekend'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/Sb6cgUTLfaI/AAAAAAAAA1s/gph1ugk1b4w/s72-c/dog+off+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5315335841311198623</id><published>2009-03-13T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:18:13.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SbsR7iRBYbI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JH9-76BJW-s/s1600-h/cat+shedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SbsR7iRBYbI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JH9-76BJW-s/s320/cat+shedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312859899921785266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Oh my hell, I am one tired, exhausted person tonight.  I'm gonna give you all a list of what we did today, some of it I did, some Gigantor did, some we did together.  But both of us was working all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Kiddo to school&lt;br /&gt;Went to bank&lt;br /&gt;Went to help parents load their truck so they can leave.&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor rubbed my leg (helps with the lymphadema)&lt;br /&gt;Got dressed, discussed our day, ate some lunch&lt;br /&gt;Watched the episode of ghost hunters while eating lunch let Gigantor grab a nap&lt;br /&gt;Yelled at Gigantor about still not having a hand rail for the steps&lt;br /&gt;Bitched that I wanted a ramp and he never did it&lt;br /&gt;He went outside and measured and asked me to come outside&lt;br /&gt;We came up with a plan for a ramp, a platform, and an over hang, that we can eventually put latice on to put nice vining flowers on. &lt;br /&gt;Came in and drew up the plans and what materials we would need for it.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to finish skirting and fence first. Should start ramp in about 2 or 3 weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Went to post office.&lt;br /&gt;Went and picked up my avon.&lt;br /&gt;Went down to elementary school, where gigantors sister works to get a paper she printed out for us.&lt;br /&gt;Went to pick up kiddo&lt;br /&gt;Went and got gas in the suburban&lt;br /&gt;Went out to the bridge by the dam to see the work Gigantor's been working on.&lt;br /&gt;Came home and unloaded suburban&lt;br /&gt;Wrote up avon&lt;br /&gt;Pulled avon&lt;br /&gt;bagged up avon&lt;br /&gt;Stamped two campaigns worth of books&lt;br /&gt;Re did one cuz was wrong date&lt;br /&gt;Realized 2nd time was also wrong date.&lt;br /&gt;Said fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Put fishing stuff that was in living room away.&lt;br /&gt;Made gigantor pack up some stuff that's been in the living room for his work yard sale.&lt;br /&gt;Got two boxes of returns out that I hadn't done up or sealed to mail&lt;br /&gt;Got those done&lt;br /&gt;Made up the package for my sister, and one for a friend&lt;br /&gt;All packages ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;Listened to two disks of kiddo's audio book he's listening too.  (Eclipse in the twilight series) &lt;br /&gt;Then boys went to class, I opted to stay in this time. &lt;br /&gt;Still have to make lists for the three grocery stores&lt;br /&gt;Have to shop&lt;br /&gt;Deliver avon and books&lt;br /&gt;But skirting and start getting it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how today and the rest of our weekend looks.  I think I'm gonna pass out now.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god next week is spring break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5315335841311198623?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5315335841311198623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5315335841311198623' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5315335841311198623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5315335841311198623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SbsR7iRBYbI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JH9-76BJW-s/s72-c/cat+shedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1453757604723766224</id><published>2009-03-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:04:29.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got spirit yes we do...We got spirit how bout you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SblaszqeDzI/AAAAAAAAA1c/LGcebqjbD9g/s1600-h/panda+watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SblaszqeDzI/AAAAAAAAA1c/LGcebqjbD9g/s320/panda+watch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312376961289293618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This week is spirit week at kiddo's school.  He has had spirit weeks before, but never told me till the week was half over, then didn't know what the days were.  I think he dressed up two days in the 3 spirit weeks so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last friday he brought a little paper home that said what each day would be, and said he wanted to do them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was pajama day and he went in his sweats and a big baggy t-shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was green day.  He had to wear one of his dad's t-shirt, cuz he doesn't have any t-shirts that aren't black.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was formal day, he wore one of his dad's black dress shirts and a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is Red and Black day (school colors) he wore his dad's red polo shirt and black jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is Hawaiian day.  He has a shirt his grandpa gave him that is sorta silky and looks sorta hawaiian so he will be wearing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has next week off of school.  It's spring break. &lt;br /&gt;Then the week after that he has two half days for parent teacher confrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the poor kid doesn't have another day off until the end of May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get in gear and figure out what I'm gonna buy him for his birthday in May, cuz he will be 13.  The big teenager!!  achhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gonna go read and catch up on blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thursday everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1453757604723766224?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1453757604723766224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1453757604723766224' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1453757604723766224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1453757604723766224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-got-spirit-yes-we-dowe-got-spirit.html' title='We got spirit yes we do...We got spirit how bout you??'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SblaszqeDzI/AAAAAAAAA1c/LGcebqjbD9g/s72-c/panda+watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-8753366457460921021</id><published>2009-03-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:09:47.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SbacVCTHnII/AAAAAAAAA1U/fdIZgB8dLLk/s1600-h/dog+monkey+see.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SbacVCTHnII/AAAAAAAAA1U/fdIZgB8dLLk/s320/dog+monkey+see.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311604695738326146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's how my week is so far.  HUH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the upper 70's for over two weeks, hadn't had to run the heater at all.  Was running ceiling fans and a couple of the window a/c units to keep it cool in here.  Was running all them on Sunday.  Woke up yesterday and OH MY GOODNESSSSSSSSSSSS  it's cold cold cold.  Had to walk around and turn all the fans off and turn the heat up.  It got to only 56 yesterday.  That's a 20 degree drop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's only supposed to be 52.  All the trees were starting to bud leaves out and now it's in the lower 30's upper 20's at night.  Poor things are gonna go into shock.  Supposed to be that chilly all week long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking that higher dosage of the cymbalta, and I think it's working for me.  But I am having two of the side effects.  I'm having sever dry mouth, like to the point your throat sorta hurts.  I can drink till water is spurting out my ears and I still have dry mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other one I'm having is constipation.  uggghhhh  I need to up eating my fiber.  If I can't get that under control, I will have to talk to my doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so dang tired yesterday and don't know why.  I woke up early with the kiddo and felt fine.  About an hour before noon, I got really tired.  I was actually falling asleep in front of the computer.  So...I got off the computer and grabbed a snack and drank something cold, and was watching a cool crafting thing on t.v.  40 minutes later I woke up in my chair with an aweful crick in my back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely stayed awake long enough for the kid to get home, and I sat down in the couch and put a micro bead pillow behind my head so I wouldn't get a crick in my neck.  And I fell right asleep.  My dad showed up and I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat down to visit and I was actually slurring my words at him.  Have you ever been tired enough that it physically hurt???  That's how I felt yesterday.  So...I proceeded to fall asleep with dad sitting here.  My husband got home and I opened one eye seen he was here and fell back asleep.  I slept for about an hour and a half, and I got up and was able to function the rest of the night at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm not feeling as tired it doesn't seem.  We shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is my random crap.  hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great Tuesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-8753366457460921021?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/8753366457460921021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=8753366457460921021' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8753366457460921021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8753366457460921021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/huh.html' title='HUH????'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SbacVCTHnII/AAAAAAAAA1U/fdIZgB8dLLk/s72-c/dog+monkey+see.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-6717550423937350677</id><published>2009-03-07T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:09:09.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SbLRT3yjOBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ratTjUaSuFE/s1600-h/cat+isn%27t+right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SbLRT3yjOBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ratTjUaSuFE/s320/cat+isn%27t+right.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310537049946929170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First of all.  Oh my Gosh that picture cracks me up to the point of farting.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've neglected the blog for almost a week now.  I have been reading every body elses and commenting.  I've just been neglecting mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you may ask.  Well because I was a big pile of boring all dam week.  I didn't do shit that was exciting.  My family didn't do anything particularly side splitting funny.  So...there was nothing much to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all you peoples concern about my cat.  But all my animals have been acting somewhat off.  I'm pretty sure it's the drastic change in the weather.  I do watch my animals like a hawk, they are my babies.  I've had all sorts ever since I was a baby.  I mean hell, I learned to give the dogs and cats shots before I was out of elementary school.  I was giving my horses their own shots since I was 13.  Yeah we are cheap, we would give a 10 dollar shot ourselves rather than go to the vet and pay 50 bucks for the same thing.  hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm irritated with a few kids/families that were in D's martial arts class.  That's the silat and Kuntao.  Cuz  D tells them up front that it's a "sparring center" and it's full contact.  He has all the right insurance, he won't let them unless they have proper safety equipment, and he has all the pads and helmets and stuff.  Well some parents have let their kids go, and paid for it, fully understanding what it was.  Then their grandmothers go to watch and next thing you know the kid has dropped out of class, cuz dear old granny doesn't like that it's full contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that irritates me most, because.  First of all, I'm the fricken parent, and if I want my kid in that class, I don't care if your their grandparent, you aren't gonna dictate how I raise my kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyhow, D really wanted me to go watch the class.  So...I went last night.  I enjoyed the tar out of myself.  D asks me if I wanna pull Kiddo after seeing how violent it was.  I said.  Are you kidding, I used to spank him harder than that.  hahahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rough, and he hurt a bit, but it was teaching him key skills too.  He was learning how to take proper take downs, and how to get out of certain situations, and he was doing pretty dang good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Gigantor and Kiddo went over to help Uncle tear up all the tile in his kitchen dining room area.  They got all the tile up and the floor sanded and primed for putting more down.  Uncle said that they probably got 4 times as much done with Gigantors help than he thought they would get done.  Gigantor and Kiddo only helped for about 5 hours too.  I think that's nice they can all do the "male" bonding thing though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo's friend skinny K  broke his pinky yesterday.  Poor kid.  They were playing dodge ball at school, and he went to catch the ball.  (which should have been a proper dodge ball, but was a volley ball instead) and he missed and it hit his pinky and broke the thing in three places.  He's in this huge looking splint, brace thing for 4 weeks, then they re xray it.  He is an accident prone kid, but dang, that hurts.  hehehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I rambled on long enough about basicly nothing, so I'm gonna go check everyone elses blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that picture just makes me laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-6717550423937350677?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/6717550423937350677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=6717550423937350677' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6717550423937350677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6717550423937350677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/neglected.html' title='Neglected'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SbLRT3yjOBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ratTjUaSuFE/s72-c/cat+isn%27t+right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5616233897306034741</id><published>2009-03-02T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:43:32.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More things about the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SawJ2d73fnI/AAAAAAAAA1E/h1Ed2V9GF-A/s1600-h/cat+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SawJ2d73fnI/AAAAAAAAA1E/h1Ed2V9GF-A/s320/cat+fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308628892116287090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well Gigantor left on Saturday at 5:30 in the morning.  He actually wanted me to get up with him.  HA as if!!  He ran home and noon and helped out with a little thing, then went back.  He got home at almost 6 that evening.  We ate some dinner and watched Martian Child.  It was pretty darn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday got up and I went to a nail appointment.  I made Gigantor go to walmart.  hahahahhaa  Then we went and delivered avon and avon books, and grabbed some meat to make dinner.  Came home and watched Chaos.  It wasn't to bad either.  Had Wesley Sniped and Jason Stathom in it.  Yummie yum yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some dinner and watched Igor with the kid.  That's a cute movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs have been acting up really bad all weekend.  Almost got no sleep, and Saturday they hurt really bad, and was major shakey.  Hard to walk anywhere.  Yesterday was even worse, and today is pretty dang bad too.  Not sure what is up with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat, what a dam dork.  Okay...Saturday Gigantor thought one of the dogs peed on the floor at the foot of our bed, he moved in closer to find, that the cat had leaned over the side of the bed during the night and puked.  It was all down the comforter, and on the floor.  grrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it must have done something to that dorks head.  My cat is 10 years old.  His food dish is on the back of the table, cuz the dogs would eat all his food.  So...since like birth, he jumps on a chair then on the table and eats, then gets down.  Well past few days/nights he has gotten up on the table eaten, then backed up and fallen right off the dang table.  Not once, not even twice, but about 6 times.  The dumb ass.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night he decided that his tail was the source of all evil and he must kill it.  This cat has never done that.  But boy last night he was trying to eat it off.  Making very painful noises as he would bite the crap out of it, which would piss him off, so he would attack it even harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was laying on the couch, took a nice long bath, and was going to sleep.  We turned the ceiling fan off, and out of the blue, he had to stare at it, spinning his head until it stopped moving, they he sorta just passed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking maybe he has found a secret stash of cat nip somewhere.  Stupid ass cat.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on that note, have a good Monday everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5616233897306034741?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5616233897306034741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5616233897306034741' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5616233897306034741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5616233897306034741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-things-about-weekend.html' title='More things about the weekend'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SawJ2d73fnI/AAAAAAAAA1E/h1Ed2V9GF-A/s72-c/cat+fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5483674191542956121</id><published>2009-02-27T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:02:50.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired but wiping good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SajEXL_EGYI/AAAAAAAAA08/2OUSEGa2Vkk/s1600-h/lion+deisel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SajEXL_EGYI/AAAAAAAAA08/2OUSEGa2Vkk/s320/lion+deisel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307708063489464706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well that big old cosmic turd maybe flew right past us.  hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor took the microwave to sears, and they went.  OMG  really?? and gave us a new one and a bit of a credit.  I guess the price had gone down on them, so they credited us the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did get in to see the doctor the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept me on the same pain meds, but upped the cymbalta so now I'm on the 60 instead of 30 mil.  And she gave me some antibiotics to kick the rest of this sinus stuff out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Gigantor was gone for the entire day.  He is gonna be gone all day tomorrow too.  Sorta ticks me off.  I get really sick of the hunter safety course.  I know he teaches, and volunteers for ever stinkin thing with it.  But we had a long hard discussion about it this year, and well he WASN'T supposed to do all that.  But it's like talking to a brick wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I should write a better and longer post, but I'm dead tired, and going to go read some blogs and go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a good weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5483674191542956121?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5483674191542956121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5483674191542956121' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5483674191542956121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5483674191542956121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired-but-wiping-good.html' title='Tired but wiping good.'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SajEXL_EGYI/AAAAAAAAA08/2OUSEGa2Vkk/s72-c/lion+deisel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4400511262110640046</id><published>2009-02-25T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:10:31.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUCK cosmic turds incoming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SaV5YhhAvtI/AAAAAAAAA00/PgVRVrRodeU/s1600-h/cat+ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SaV5YhhAvtI/AAAAAAAAA00/PgVRVrRodeU/s320/cat+ninja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306781198146649810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh man I think that cosmic turd is swirling it's way around back to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I felt a bit worse than I did on Monday, but today I'm feeling tons better in the nose department.  Still a bit burny and snuffly in that department.  But!!!  I have a headache that would kill an elephant.  My head hurts so bad.  I haven't had a migraine in a year or more.  I don't think it's a migraine, sounds aren't bugging me.  Moving doesn't make it worse, cuz I don't think it could be much worse.  Light is bugging me yeah, but I'm not sick to my stomach.  But Oh my holy crap it hurts so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an appointment for the doctor this evening.  They called me to say she called in sick.  grrrrrr  They are trying to get me in tomorrow, if she is better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and get this.  Remember just a few months back our microwave of 15 years took a big dump, and we went and got a brand new one from sears.  Well guess what happened yesterday??  Gigantor came home and goes, what the hell the lights on the microwave are off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...he opens the door and closes it, no lights, but every time the door closes it would kick on.  So...we unpluged it and re pluged it in to see if it would clear it or something.  Well...then it wouldn't work at all.  grrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate that, cuz since I can't stand much, all my food gets made in the microwave.  I don't have anything set up except microwave stuff.  I can probably find some cold cereal, it is kiddy cereal, and I can maybe scrounge up some peanut butter with bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby took it with him to work and is gonna see if he can get a long lunch and go throw it at the sears guys.  hahahahah  We took out an extended warranty so they better just replace it.  It's not even 6 months old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I'm gonna go read blogs and see if I can't figure out how to get rid of this headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4400511262110640046?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4400511262110640046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4400511262110640046' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4400511262110640046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4400511262110640046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/duck-cosmic-turds-incoming.html' title='DUCK cosmic turds incoming!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SaV5YhhAvtI/AAAAAAAAA00/PgVRVrRodeU/s72-c/cat+ninja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3144048103254983613</id><published>2009-02-23T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:56:33.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The house of sick and ewwwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SaLwfzV85BI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Usb561oMq-4/s1600-h/hummingbird+darts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SaLwfzV85BI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Usb561oMq-4/s320/hummingbird+darts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306067740144755730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh man I'm sick.  Sickity sick sick sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son had a stuffy nose all week.  Like an allergy attack that tried to move into something else.  I kept him doped up on dayquil and still sent him to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Captain Daddy said he felt about the same way Kiddo did.  Friday Daddy came over and he sounded horrid.  I got up and it felt like I might be catching something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up feeling sick and even Gigantor didn't feel well, all stuffed and icky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was torture, I am sure I have another sinus infection.  Gigantor was still icky.  By Sunday night he was almost over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me....no still there.  I could go to the urgent care today or tomorrow and get some antibiotics.  But I have an appointment with my doctor on Wednesday and I would really hate to pay for two doctors visits.  So...I think I'm gonna be miserable and ride it out till Wednesday night when I have my appointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and wish me the very slim chance I can kick it out of my symptom without antibiotics.  uggghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good weekend and have a great Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3144048103254983613?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3144048103254983613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3144048103254983613' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3144048103254983613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3144048103254983613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/house-of-sick-and-ewwwww.html' title='The house of sick and ewwwww'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SaLwfzV85BI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Usb561oMq-4/s72-c/hummingbird+darts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-62701407574216962</id><published>2009-02-19T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:18:48.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such an Exciting Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZ2hNfAFUXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/wlsjcjI19i8/s1600-h/dog+surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZ2hNfAFUXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/wlsjcjI19i8/s320/dog+surprise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304573189144531314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Man what an exciting week so far.  NOT!!!  hahahahaha  Guess my lazy weekend has moved right into my week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I didn't do crap, we were supposed to finally get out and deliver my avon books and stuff, and we didn't.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did watch a movie we got from netflix.  Quarantine....I kinda really liked it except the end.  I wish they would have explained what happened to the building and how the tape got out.  Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I lazed around in the bedroom for a couple hours and watched some t.v. I was up and dressed, just didn't wonder out to the living room for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up watching Quarantine again with the Kiddo  (I watched it first to see if it would be okay for him to watch)  We had a late dinner of chili dogs and mac and cheese.  Gigantor is teaching that hunter safety course again.  Luckily March 4th is graduation so he won't have to do it anymore until sometime in april or june he has an instructors course which should only be one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo is fighting off a cold or something, he has had the worst stuffy nose.  But other than that he says he feels fine.  Just been trying to beat it off with Dayquil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have another chiropractors appointment, so I told Gigantor we are getting the books out no matter what.  I'm so glad that he's off tomorrow.  I don't know why but I've been over exhausted this week, so a bit more sleep will be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all the boring I can take, I'm gonna go read blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Thursday everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-62701407574216962?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/62701407574216962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=62701407574216962' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/62701407574216962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/62701407574216962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/such-exciting-week.html' title='Such an Exciting Week.'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZ2hNfAFUXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/wlsjcjI19i8/s72-c/dog+surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4439851601647981040</id><published>2009-02-17T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:55:09.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy ass weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZrq98kzthI/AAAAAAAAA0U/IZIcbkjvY7Y/s1600-h/cat+drivers+liscense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZrq98kzthI/AAAAAAAAA0U/IZIcbkjvY7Y/s320/cat+drivers+liscense.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303809861135611410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;We had a lazy ass weekend.  We didn't do shit.  How was you all's weekend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Gigantor and I were gonna do a few things together, but Captain Daddy showed up and stayed till evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had a few plans too, but again, Captain Daddy showed up.  Stayed most the day.  So much for going to go do anything for valentines.  Not that we were planning alot.  But we were gonna go deliver avon and go for a drive.  We ended up not doing either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...You guessed it.  Captain Daddy showed up.  We just watched some tapes we had recorded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Gigantor and kiddo had it off.  We were gonna do a couple things, but for the most part be pretty much lazy again.  And Captain Daddy showed up.  Right about lunch time.  He had Gigantor go help him out with some stuff, then he came back over here.  Left at almost 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we didn't do crap for the weekend, what did you all do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Tuesday everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4439851601647981040?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4439851601647981040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4439851601647981040' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4439851601647981040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4439851601647981040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/lazy-ass-weekend.html' title='Lazy ass weekend'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZrq98kzthI/AAAAAAAAA0U/IZIcbkjvY7Y/s72-c/cat+drivers+liscense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1931439191102236595</id><published>2009-02-12T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:13:55.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband is fricken SUPERMAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZT_GkI5fTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5oZfIjgEB04/s1600-h/valentine+ferret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZT_GkI5fTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5oZfIjgEB04/s320/valentine+ferret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302143149567212850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;First of all this may be my last post for the weekend, so I wanted to wish you all a happy Valentines Day with Ferrets.  hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, on to the hubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he got off work about noon to see what he could do about the heater.  He rushed home and pulled out the "capacitor"  A couple guys out at work said that might be it.  He ran down town.  First place didn't test them or cary any in stock.  2nd place said it could test it for 50 bucks, test would take 2 minutes, but he wouldn't test it till Friday, then it would take till the following Friday to get the part.  Hubs basicly told him to go fuck himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third place, nobody there.  So hubs left a message on his machine and cell phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home and we had some lunch, then he put the capacitor back in and he hit it a few times with his pocket knife and tried the heater.  Nope not that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then laid himself down on the floor and had his flashlight and proceeded to stare into the heater. (at least that's all it looked like he was doing to me)  Now my husband has amazing patients with non living things.  He can work on them for hours, but if it's living, he would rather kill or spank it than have patients.  I'm the opposite.  I'll throw the non living shit in the trash after about oh 30 seconds.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...after about 40 minutes of staring, he screams  MOTHER FUCKER!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump and yell, omg what did you get shocked???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes, "no, but do you remember that part we had replaced in December?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me--oh fuck it didn't burn out did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him--no but something sure as hell did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me--what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently there is this group of wires that leads from sensor to capacitor, to fan, to motor, to element, etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him--one of the wires burnt all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls them out, and sure enough one in the group is burned all the way through, but that's not all.  All the wires in this ceramic connector thing are all burnt and corroded.  He said we were very lucky the house didn't burn down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..he went to True Value and got some wires and connectors.  6.70 for the bunch.  Then we held our breath.  Why did we hold our breath you may ask.  Well I'll tell you.  BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE HAS NEVER BEEN KIND ENOUGH TO LET ANYTHING IN OUR LIVES BE AN EASY FIX!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...both him and I were ready to replace these and it still not work.  That is just our luck.  It's who we are.  If it isn't gonna rape us out of all of our money, then it's gonna injure one of us so we have to spend all of our money at the hospital.  Yeah nice luck huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he replaces the wires.  He turns on the heater, we hold our breath.  And the BITCH TURNED ON!!!!  whoooooohoooooooo  It's been working ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is SUPER fricken MAN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the warm wishes, and nice words.  I will be checking in through the weekend, but hubby has 4 days off, and after tomorrow Kiddo has 3 days off, so we will probably be doing some thing or other.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1931439191102236595?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1931439191102236595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1931439191102236595' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1931439191102236595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1931439191102236595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-husband-is-fricken-superman.html' title='My Husband is fricken SUPERMAN!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZT_GkI5fTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5oZfIjgEB04/s72-c/valentine+ferret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-2064267915449505666</id><published>2009-02-11T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:37:25.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear God Help Me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZL7iL5y6NI/AAAAAAAAAzs/MtOEe4luYts/s1600-h/icecicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 93px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZL7iL5y6NI/AAAAAAAAAzs/MtOEe4luYts/s320/icecicles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301576276097820882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh my gosh it's cold, it's so dam cold.  Our heater finally took a major dump as we were sleeping last night.  The element kept coming on, but the blower/fan motor won't work.  So...we almost burnt the house down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it wouldn't be so bad, but it stormed here and more storms are supposed to hit this weekend.  So...it's low 20's outside, and low 30's here in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called a friend and got one electric portable heater to sit here next to the computer, but i'm not sure if it's working.  She wasn't sure it would work either, it was in storage on it's side.  Oh yeah I just checked, it's warming up.  It isn't one of those that blows the heat, just heats up and radiates out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law is supposed to bring one or two more over also.  She said it would be later, cuz she had to cook the father in law breakfast and he refused to wait for 10 minutes for her to bring them over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor had to go to work.  So...I left a message on the electricians phone, but he isn't off his other job till after 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor did text me told me he was getting off early so that he could try to fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna run the oven again like I did last time.  I went from having a 150 dollar electric bill to a 373 dollar one.  ahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and that the parakeets don't die in the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Wednesday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-2064267915449505666?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/2064267915449505666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=2064267915449505666' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2064267915449505666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2064267915449505666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-dear-god-help-me.html' title='Oh Dear God Help Me!!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZL7iL5y6NI/AAAAAAAAAzs/MtOEe4luYts/s72-c/icecicles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4995383368818085728</id><published>2009-02-09T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:00:26.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy ass weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZB6aiTT-kI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rK2b1oUSX1E/s1600-h/cat+stop+barking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZB6aiTT-kI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rK2b1oUSX1E/s320/cat+stop+barking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300871357718067778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Wow we had a busy weekend.  I'm really feeling it today.  Suffering is more like it.  uggghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me say.  I love my captain daddy.  Love him.  But sometimes enough is enough.  He came over on Thursday for a few hours, yup I said few hours.  And visited, then said he might come over on Friday.  I'm like, ummm okay, well you know Gigantor is off right, and he wanted to work on fixing the floor. (the floor collapsed by the heater vent in the bedroom, so he has to get under the house and cut all the insulation away and build frames and put up braces) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...captain daddy said yeah, I just wanted him to cut my hair and I take a shower and do a load or two of laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure okay, he will show up more toward the afternoon and then be gone by evening.  Ummm no, he showed up at 8:30 and then didn't want to cut his hair till it was warmer, and didn't want to put his laundry in till after his shower.  For crap sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up buying us Chinese for dinner, and stayed till about 10 that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our whole Friday, waisted, we didn't get the stuff down town done we wanted too, and Gigantor didn't get to work under the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Gigantor got up early and went to work under the house.  Ended up calling D over to give him a hand somewhere.  And who shows up??  Captain Daddy.  Grumpy as hell, cuz he didn't sleep well.  So...he grumped and groaned and didn't do much of anything but sit here on the couch.  D visited for a bit, and I had to actually kick them out, cuz we were going over to some other friends for dinner, that they invited us to a week previous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left, and we went to the friends, and had Prime Rib, potatoes, green beans, and chocolate lava cake for dessert.  We visited till like fricken 11.  Came home and I got sucked into a movie on Sci Fi so sat in bed watching it till 2, then went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned on sleeping in, cuz we didn't need to go to Aunt and Uncles till 2 to work on taxes.  Thought Captain Daddy would show up about noon or 1 to head over there.  Nope....he showed up at 8:30.  Gigantor had to actually get up out of bed.  I slept one more hour.  Still not enough.  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we ended up sitting around out here, being quiet, cuz daddy fell asleep on the couch.  Got to aunt and uncles, and he did daddy's taxes first, got him some good money back, then he did ours, and we are getting a nice chunk back.  Now I should be able to buy the rest of the skirting for the house and get it and the fence all the way done so I can have a yard back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed and ate dinner there,  aunt made sloppy joe's and salad.  Came home about 7 and fricken captain daddy stayed for like another hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, oh man, long weekend, but he has to work for most the week, so a nice break.  He said his schedule changed so he probably is coming over today and tomorrow morning.  Then again on Thursday and Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him to death, but sometimes I need more than one day break.  hahahahahhaa Specially when he has the grumpies.  I've been batteling the blues enough myself, don't need people on big downers hanging around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow the wind is blowing about 35 mph with gusts up to 45.  So I'm gonna go and pet the dogs, seeing as they are wrapped around my feet shaking cuz the wind is scary stuff I guess.  hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4995383368818085728?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4995383368818085728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4995383368818085728' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4995383368818085728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4995383368818085728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-ass-weekend.html' title='Busy ass weekend'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SZB6aiTT-kI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rK2b1oUSX1E/s72-c/cat+stop+barking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-7317632756326278974</id><published>2009-02-06T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:27:29.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SY0Y2k6PTpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/jBRF0w0b4Ag/s1600-h/lol+mother+nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SY0Y2k6PTpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/jBRF0w0b4Ag/s320/lol+mother+nature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299919662384893586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Just a short post.  We are set for dinners over this weekend.  Captain Daddy came over today.  Spent the ENTIRE day till 10 at night.  That was a little much.  But him and Gigantor had a good time today.  Then he bought us all chinese for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night we are going to some friends house, who are cooking a nice late birthday dinner.  Prime rib they said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, uncle and aunt are gonna help us do our taxes (he has turbo tax) so we are going over at 2 and they are gonna cook a nice dinner for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a score, when I'm really broke till after payday.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple things that have made me laugh real hard past couple days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foxy was on the couch doing her meerkat impersonation.  She does that then will throw herself backwards on her back on someone and give them a look as if to say.  Look at me I'm cute.  So...she is doing it and throws herself backward, right off the dam couch.  She wasn't hurt, but we laughed our asses off, she looked so embarrassed, and wouldn't look at us for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other day, Kiddo was hurrying through the living room and stubbed his toe on our very heavy wood scratching post.  He starts hopping around in circles complaining how bad it hurt, and what does he do?? He stubs the big toe on the other foot on the same dam scratching post.  hahahahahaha  Yeah that's right, I laughed at him, and called him a dork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is the best, I laughed so dam hard.  We have these big double doors that lead from the master bedroom to the master bath.  Well...I always leave them open, I'm thinking of actually taking them down.  But I do have the beaded curtains up, so it is a bit of a partition.  I just don't like the doors shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how.  Gigantor was ready to get in the shower and I asked him for something from my dresser.  My dresser is right in front of the bathroom doors.  So...he bends over to get it.  He's Nekkid here people.  And he stands up and yells what the hell!!!!  And starts twisting and turning trying to figure it out.  Well...OMG  I'm laughing so hard picturing it.....when he bent over one of those beaded curtain strands like ummmm well ummm it went in the crack if you know what I mean.  So...when he stood up it was stuck in his bum crack!!!!  I was laughing so hard I almost fell off the bed, and he kept yelling at me to SHUT UP, IT WAS NOT STUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him  OMG  I am so blogging about this!!!  His words were  OH FUCK!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's my giant.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-7317632756326278974?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/7317632756326278974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=7317632756326278974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7317632756326278974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7317632756326278974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-post.html' title='Short Post'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SY0Y2k6PTpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/jBRF0w0b4Ag/s72-c/lol+mother+nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3846973170126415595</id><published>2009-02-03T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:26:09.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SYkkTh71qeI/AAAAAAAAAy8/HTVyD74AMak/s1600-h/dog+cat+fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SYkkTh71qeI/AAAAAAAAAy8/HTVyD74AMak/s320/dog+cat+fear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298806354523564514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Today on February 3rd.  Lets see what happened today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Gigantor's actual birthday was today.&lt;br /&gt;--He's 38&lt;br /&gt;--I got up early with the Kiddo instead of sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;--I would have rather slept in&lt;br /&gt;--our friend D came over and visited with me for a couple hours&lt;br /&gt;--Foxy jumped up on me when I wasn't expecting it and she scratched me all up as she fell off.&lt;br /&gt;--I trimmed Foxys nails&lt;br /&gt;--I found out I don't like pizza bites/rolls/pocket thingies&lt;br /&gt;--I like totino's frozen pizza's&lt;br /&gt;--can't stand the pizza bites&lt;br /&gt;--The salad I had for lunch had a soggy mushroom in it&lt;br /&gt;--I didn't find out till it was in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;--I couldn't finish my salad&lt;br /&gt;--We watched Tropic Thunder tonight&lt;br /&gt;--I was not thrilled&lt;br /&gt;--Nor did I laugh very much&lt;br /&gt;--I did 75 butterflies yesterday&lt;br /&gt;--I don't have weights or a machine, but did the movements tensing my muscles as I did&lt;br /&gt;--75 butterflies at the first go is way to many&lt;br /&gt;--my arms, chest and back are very sore&lt;br /&gt;--I've upped my leg step exercises to 30 on each foot&lt;br /&gt;--Few more days I will up the leg press thingies to 6 instead of 5.&lt;br /&gt;--My son is not only learning Taekwondo but he is now in classes for Kuntao and Silat&lt;br /&gt;--D teaches those classes&lt;br /&gt;--Kiddo is doing really good.  Silat and Kuntao are a very much more agressive and dangerous form of fighting&lt;br /&gt;--We know with Kiddo's gentle nature that he would not use them for wrong&lt;br /&gt;--D thinks Kiddo will be good enough to be an instructor if he keeps up with it&lt;br /&gt;--D has been doing all this for 20 plus years&lt;br /&gt;--Silat is pronounced sea lot  It's Indonesian fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I'm gonna go shower and cuddle with my honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Tuesday everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3846973170126415595?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3846973170126415595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3846973170126415595' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3846973170126415595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3846973170126415595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-3rd.html' title='February 3rd'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SYkkTh71qeI/AAAAAAAAAy8/HTVyD74AMak/s72-c/dog+cat+fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1086520046379572903</id><published>2009-02-02T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:17:53.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SYdELwajOzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/397Auye1RHE/s1600-h/cat+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SYdELwajOzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/397Auye1RHE/s320/cat+us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298278455390190386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just wanted to thank you all so very much.  All the comments left were so nice, and made me feel so loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty good this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went and got my nails done.  I wasn't going to but Gigantor made me.  Said it's one of the few times I get out and have fun.  He's right I should keep going.  I got them black with a ton of red glitter and red sparkelie heart decals on them.  Very cool looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say I didn't fidget from pain near as much as usual when I get them done.  That was a plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My avon order came in Friday afternoon so I got that done.  My mother in law came over and scrubbed the guest bath and vacuumed the living room.  That was cool I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got up and cut up a bunch of stuff.  We were doing Gigantor's birthday dinner that night.  His birthday is actually the 3rd, but I wanted to do it on a weekend.  We had pasta and I did a crock pot full of meat balls and a big pan full of meat sauce with lots of veggies in it.  Then garlic bread, and I made a HUGE green salad.  I always make plenty of food, but I almost didn't have enough this time around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of it I'm sure is some of Gigantor's sisters brought extra kids (not related) without telling me.  I found that very rude.  Then one of his sisters that never EVER cooks enough food.  Her and her son scooped up so much food it would have fed three people each.  Shocked the heck out of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I worked on the dinner on Saturday I didn't do any arm exercises.  And since people didn't go home till midnight I didn't do my leg one's either.  That was my one day off for the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we all slept in some.  Got up and watched a couple programs we recorded.  At a bit of a wonderful dip.  Had some left over salad.  And then settled in and watched the super bowl.  Oh my gosh what an amazing game.  I am bummed that with only 1.56 left on the clock the cardinals lost.  But only by 3 points, and they sure as heck brought it and proved they were good enough to be there.  I was very proud of my cardinals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my exercises and we went to bed rather early.  After Kiddo went to school I actually fell back asleep today and slept way way in.  I'm so bad.  I feel so guilty when I do that.  Probably because my mother was the beast of beasts if you slept past 7:30 ever.  Oh she would make you feel so dam guilty and yell at you tons.  And still this many years later, I have to fight to not feel guilty when I sleep in past 8 or 9. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say something that I hope I don't jinx it.  But at night every time I moved my legs in bed it would feel like a knife was stabbing up under my knee caps.  And whenever I got out of a chair.  But past 2 days it hasn't.  I'm hoping I'm getting ahead of the pain with some of the meds.  I mean yeah they still hurt, as does my back, hips, ankles and legs in general, but to not have that stabbing pain and to actually get a bit of sleep.  That's a huge plus I'm sure.  I haven't really slept in months.  So....lets hope I didn't just jinx that.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to read some blogs.  Have a good Groundhog day everyone.  And I truly appreciate you all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1086520046379572903?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1086520046379572903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1086520046379572903' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1086520046379572903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1086520046379572903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-thanks.html' title='So Much Thanks'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SYdELwajOzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/397Auye1RHE/s72-c/cat+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1117677106699808596</id><published>2009-01-29T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:27:39.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spilling my Guts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SYJ5axOVUMI/AAAAAAAAAys/MhuL8XRsq-Y/s1600-h/courage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SYJ5axOVUMI/AAAAAAAAAys/MhuL8XRsq-Y/s320/courage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296929612538138818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be warned this is probably gonna be a long book here. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to spill all.  Some of you might not even care to read it, and that is fine, it is more for me and healing for me.  It's some things about me that I have hidden since I've had this blog.  Shocking I know cuz I seem to put it all out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having real issues with my health.  Let me just lay some ground work to what I'm getting too.  (this is the long part) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a skinny scrawny kid till I hit middle school, then after puberty I got a bit chunky.  But I hiked, and rode horses, and ran and played.  I thought I was fat in high school, but when I look back and at pics, I would kill for that body again.  Even after high school, I rode the horses, I bucked hay, I worked out with weights and aerobics.  I was in some dam good shape.  But I was never "thin"  my look good/feel good weight was between 180 and 210.  And I was alot of muscle too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved back up here, I had moved to take care of my mom.  I was still very active, but didn't have the gym here, so I put on a bit of weight.  I got married, still very active, could go on hikes and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had my first surgery where they removed that 30lb tumor.  It took me over a year to heal and tons of hormone pills, and I put on more weight.  Then I went on fertility drugs for a year, because we very much wanted a baby.  Got pregnant, lost some weight, had the baby and never lost any after he was born.  Back on the hormone medication (this is so I won't get more tumors)  A couple years later I went in for a routine surgery to remove my gal bladder, and the surgeon cut my artery so they had to cut me open.  Lets just say it was a nightmare surgery and healing.  Took so long.  And yup you guessed it, more weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time my mom's health really started going down hill, so we were taking care of her more and more.  Which meant less time for me to work out, less time to go hiking (we didn't feel right leaving unless we had someone to check on her)  Less time for me in general.  And....I put on more weight.  I ended up going on blood pressure meds not to long after that.  He said they were mainly from stress, but yes my weight did contribute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, my health got worse, and I gained a bit more weight.  After my mom went in the hospital and to Texas, I made arrangements to go there for the summer.  Took my kid.  The point was, that my sister had gym equipment in her house, and a pool nearby that did water aerobics and I could work my butt off, and get a jump start on the weight loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a bunch of you know.  4th day there I fell, got taken away in an ambulance.  I dislocated my elbow, bruised up my knee, and we thought major sprained my ankle, now we know that it sorta broke.  And I walked on it with a cane anyway.  5 days later I put myself in the water aerobics anyway.  I did lose weight, not as much as I wanted cuz I couldn't use the gym machines, but in 5 months I lost 65lbs, it was a big jump start for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and was keeping up exercising.  (we don't have access to a pool or gym equipment here) so I did the best I could.  Christmas eve I fell again.  That hurt my spirits bad.  As I was recouping from it, about ready to start exercising again, well  my mom died.  That threw me into a major tail spin, for at least 6 months.  At least I didn't gain weight in that 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer I hurt my back so bad that the chiropractor thought I might have broke it.  Ended up I didn't, but I couldn't walk but a few feet and with a cane for 4 months.  Yeah I gained some weight.  After those holidays, my entire family got sick back to back for three months.  We were sick then well for 4 or 5 days then sick again.  It was horrid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That spring I requested some new hormone meds.  And then I went through a year of recurring urinary tract infections and yeast infections.  I was miserable, I was sick feeling, I hurt so bad, and I could NOT exercise with that, and yeah I put on more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next spring I made the doctor take me off those meds.  I then pulled my back out again that summer.  I got healed, and thought, okay this is my year to get back in shape.  I'm still walking, so I will just up that a bit and start my exercise tapes.  Then my tooth broke and I had to go in for surgery.  After I healed most of the way, I got an aweful aweful pain in my right knee.  I was having a bit of a hard time walking.  By Feb, the other knee started hurting just as bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the doctor about the pain and she gave me some pain meds.  Tramadol....they are non narcotics, and I was just taking one on the weekends and one day during the week.  Just at night.  It seemed to be helping.  Then I went through two bouts of this weird coughing sickness.  I coughed day and night for 5 weeks straight.  I couldn't take my pain meds when I was doing that cuz they would make me sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got well, the pain was way to much to catch up too.  I was taking a pain pill every night.  And again I gained more weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a point you hit where you can't lose weight unless you exercise, and you can't exercise unless you lose weight.  Also if you hit a certain size, and can't really move, your body stores whatever it eats, even if it's healthy.  Your metabolism just quits.  That is the point I was/am at.  My knees got worse and worse.  I also felt like I had jelly legs.  So...not only the pain but it felt like I was going to fall each time I tried to walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weight makes it near impossible also.  I get breathless just going in to the bathroom.  I'm scared to go out of the house by myself, I'm not sure my legs will let me get back in myself.  I've stopped driving cuz it's to hard to get in and out of the suburban without help, and I'm sure with my knees my reaction time on the pedals won't be what it used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sinking into dispair from all the past few years, and curent sittuation.  My sister finally noticed and told me I needed to talk to the doctor about my feelings as well as the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't up pain meds on my own.  I'm scared to death of them.  My mother died from smoking and her pain med abuse.  I like pain meds to much, so I know I could get addicted to them quite easy.  So...I'm scared and extra careful.  But...people I can't fricken move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the doctor.  Now...here is one of the hardest parts for me to confess out to the world.  I never have before.  Their mechanical scale goes up to 350lbs.  I'm off that scale. Their electronic scale goes to 400lbs  I'm off that scale too.  We estimate that I am about 450lbs.  I'm 5'5"  tall, that's alot of weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have high blood pressure, that isn't even controlled with meds right now.  She said from the pain and dehydration  it was 200 over 112.  Scared the crap out of me.  I suffer from degenerative disc disease.  Which yes I know is hereditary, but the weight doesn't help and my lower back and hips are in constant pain.  I suffer from lower leg lymphadema.  My lower legs are about as big as my thighs, and heavy and achy and gross.  And my knees.  We think it's arthritis, cuz it makes gross gross grating noises when I move.  And now because of all of this and because of my fat ass, I can't fricken move.  I am so scared to be the lady cut out of her house.  Or to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bed ridden, but I'm sure that would be the next step.  The doctor went ahead and told me to take two of those pills at night.  And after I broke down and sobbed to her, she put me on cymbalta.  She is going to see me in one month, and moniter me very close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor and my sister have been helping tons.  My sister calls or texts me throughout the day and reminds me to drink water, and to do some arm exercises in my chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started some leg exercises each night here at home.  I lay on my back on the bed, and Gigantor will pick up my heals.  I will make the walking motion.  20 steps so actually 40 cuz it's 20 on each side.  I'm ready to up it 5.  (I've only been doing them a week)  And then he puts my feet on his upper chest (His taekwondo master told us to do this one)  And I bend my knees back to my chest as far as I can and I push, and he pushes back, so it's resistance.  We do it for a count of 10 then I push him all the way up.  We repeat that 5 times.  I'm not quite ready to up that yet, but hopefully in another week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please all, pray for me.  I'm scared, and I'm still way to down in the dumbs to be fired up enough.  I'm really hoping the pain meds make me feel better enough so I can move and that the cymbalta makes me feel better enough so I WANT to move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to lay it out there to you, cuz I'm probably gonna be using the blog once in a while to vent or whine or talk about my sucess or failures for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read this far I give you brownie, cuz I'm not eating any more of them right now.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend if I don't talk to you before then!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1117677106699808596?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1117677106699808596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1117677106699808596' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1117677106699808596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1117677106699808596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/01/spilling-my-guts.html' title='Spilling my Guts'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SYJ5axOVUMI/AAAAAAAAAys/MhuL8XRsq-Y/s72-c/courage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-6421550193357545436</id><published>2009-01-26T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:28:46.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe and struggling with myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SX6ZeCSAHaI/AAAAAAAAAyk/fPsgZLk2LIM/s1600-h/hot+fudge+pudding+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SX6ZeCSAHaI/AAAAAAAAAyk/fPsgZLk2LIM/s320/hot+fudge+pudding+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295838953121783202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;This my lovelies, is HOT FUDGE PUDDING CAKE!!!  Doesn't it just look divine???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Some of you asked for the recipe so here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT FUDGE PUDDING CAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups granulated sugar, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 cup all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup hersheys cocoa, divided&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup butter or margarine, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup packed light brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cup hot water&lt;br /&gt;   Whipped topping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Heat oven to 350&lt;br /&gt; 2.  Stir together 3/4 cup sugar, flour, 1/4 cup cocoa, baking powder, and salt.  Stir in milk, butter and vanilla.  Beat until smooth.  Pour batter into greased 9 inche square baking pan.  Stir together remaining 1/2 cup sugar, brown sugar and remaining 1/4 cup cocoa.  Sprinkle mixture evenly over batter.  Pour hot water over top.  Do not stir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bake 35 to 40 minutes or until center is almost set.  Let stand 15 minutes.  Spoon into dessert dishes, spooning sauce from bottom of pan over top.  Garnish with whipped topping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so dam good people let me know if you like it if you try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the struggling with myself part.  I went to the doctor today, I got some of my prescriptions I needed since we have new insurance, and a got a few more.  I talked to her at length and hard about some issues in my life and with my health and mental state.  I got some other meds to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about spilling it all on here on my blog.  I've been blogging since what 2004?? and I've never spilled what I'm thinking of spilling.  I dunno I think deep down, I'm afraid most of you will not like me and go running the other way.  The way alot of people do who see me in person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go ahead and struggle with myself for a bit and make a decision.  My sister Alekx said I should just spill it all out here, and make myself more accountable maybe it would help.  I'm gonna go sleep on it.  With one more pain pill than I was taking before (as per doctors orders) and with a new med in the morning, and get rest after my very emotional doctors visit.  Maybe I can look at it in a new light in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great Monday and have a wonderful Tuesday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-6421550193357545436?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/6421550193357545436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=6421550193357545436' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6421550193357545436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6421550193357545436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/01/recipe-and-struggling-with-myself.html' title='Recipe and struggling with myself.'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SX6ZeCSAHaI/AAAAAAAAAyk/fPsgZLk2LIM/s72-c/hot+fudge+pudding+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1323407512096768851</id><published>2009-01-25T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:24:18.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SX03fm6vIoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/UuwX84Cxzj4/s1600-h/cat+thundercats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SX03fm6vIoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/UuwX84Cxzj4/s320/cat+thundercats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295449753019949698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wow I don't think I can top the talking ass post for a while.  And I hadn't realize that last time I posted was Wednesday.  hehehe  ooops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....lets see.  Thursday, hmmmm not a dam thing happened.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday--after Gigantor took kiddo and big J to school, he went over to his mom's to go resolve a "situation"  It's resolved for the better, but lets just say we were very pissed off.  Okay okay I'll sorta tell you.  She had said we could use her true value account, while we were still working on the house, as long as we made payments for our stuff.  I was paying 50 dollars a month, almost had it paid off.  Then she asked me to make lower payment so she could go longer without paying her part, cuz they were broke.  So...I did that to be nice.  So..yeah it wasn't paid off yet, cuz she asked me to stretch it out longer.  But...get this.  She called and says. "you have to get your own account, cuz I don't want any more of your stuff going against my account or credit rating."  I'm like  "What?? we are the only one's paying we ARE the one's giving you good credit rating."  And she got all pissy.  So..yeah I told Gigantor to handle it or I was gonna punch her in the face.  He went and got our own account and told her she HAD to get our name off her account, we didn't want part of any account with her. hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the rest of Friday we watched some t.v. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday--Gigantor got up and vacuumed and did some dishes, that was nice.  We watched a couple movies.  Ghost Town and House Bunny.  Both of those were a lot better than I thought they would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out to Fiesta Mexicana with some friends,  Yummie nummie food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today--Gigantor got up and did nothing.  hahahaha  I got up and we finished listening to New Moon on audio disc (for my son)  And we changed the beds and did some dishes and laundry.  Then we started cooking some chicken ( we cook it before we bbq it, so it doesn't get burnt on the grill and uncooked in the middle)  and we watched The Women and Mamma Mia.  Again two pretty dam good movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Daddy showed up and goes,  Hey how about chinese tonight, but the place was closed.  So I asked if he wanted bbq chicken and he didn't.  So...he sugested pizza.  Honestly I would have rather had the chicken, but hey it was free dinner, I'm not gonna say no to that!!!  And I wrapped the chicken up to bbq tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched an old musical with dinner.  Thoroughly Modern Millie.  I love that one, it's so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found that recipe of my mom's she used to make.  She called it Pudding Cake.  It's called Hot Fudge Pudding Cake.  Gigantor was nice and when I was in the bathroom holding court on my throne, he mixed it up and put it in the oven.  It should be cool enough in about 10 minutes.  You serve it warm though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love this cake when I was a kid.  You make the cake part and put it in the pan, then you put the wet ingredients on the top, put it in to bake.  And the wet (hot fudge like stuff) stuff on the top cooks through to the bottom, so when you scoop it out, you turn it upside down.  It is all gooey on the bottom so turning it upside down lets the hot fudge puddingie stuff oooze all over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's not "sweet" like chocolate, but it's one of those more bitter chocolate things but rich rich.  hehehehe  I hope it comes out right.  I've missed that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, hope you all had a great weekend, can't wait to read and catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1323407512096768851?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1323407512096768851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1323407512096768851' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1323407512096768851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1323407512096768851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazy-weekend.html' title='Lazy Weekend'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SX03fm6vIoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/UuwX84Cxzj4/s72-c/cat+thundercats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-7946464858179106256</id><published>2009-01-21T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:51:31.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Men Fart!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SXdOpEaLxHI/AAAAAAAAAyE/axpmpxz4lUQ/s1600-h/tanksintheparkinglot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SXdOpEaLxHI/AAAAAAAAAyE/axpmpxz4lUQ/s320/tanksintheparkinglot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786354462475378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah that will be my next family car.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay all I have a rather gross subject.  As you can tell by the title, it's about farts, and well men, and men and farts.  That being said, you can all consider yourself warned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody farts, EVER FRICKEN BODY!!!  But only a select few are entertaining while they do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skinny anerexic looking grandmother had these farts that squealed.  I mean high pitched, made my mother think the refrigerator was breaking down squeal.  Some people have the machine gun farts--rat a tat tat tat.  Others have the big belching vomit sounding farts.  Sounds like someone majorly spewed.  Wonder if the person has to wipe.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my son and my husband both have one's that will fricken kill ya.  I mean I wonder if they just go out and chew on rotten road kill they are so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my husband....well he must have his down to an art form.  He has always had these squeaky little farts, that will gag you.  He likes to say they squeak cuz his "butthole is so tiny"  I always come back and say well God didn't want to make you all asshole so he left that part small since the rest is big asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow....we are in bed the other night,  He is turned on his side, rubbing my arm, talking to me and we are watching some t.v.  When I hear a rather quiet, but high pitched.  Heeeeeeeeelp Meh!!!  I sit straight up in bed and go WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT???  He looks at me and goes.  OOOOps, with a grin on his face.  I say  OMG DID YOUR ASS JUST SCREAM FOR HELP???  At which point he started laughing uncontrollably.  I said,  It did, your ass screamed for help, and he goes, no it didn't.  So I immitated it.  heeeeelp meh.  I said, that was your ass!!!! It screamed for help!!!!  What the hell do you have up there???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point he had fallen out of bed laughing and red in the face and screaming at me that I better not tell anybody.  I said.  Yeah right this is me we are talking about, I have a blog, and I like to tell EVERY FRICKEN BODY!!!  I'm like if you don't want me to tell people then you need to stop stuffing things up your ass that need help.  I mean this was a week or two ago and I'm still wondering why his as was screaming help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  THEN!!!!  Just the other night he was in the shower.  And I was sitting on my throne reading him an article from a magazine.  The shower and throne are on opposite ends of the bathroom but they face each other and we have a clear shower curtain with frogs on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow....I'm reading him this article, and I hear  QUACK!!  I stop reading and go, "what was that???"  Two dogs walked in the bathroom and started looking around.  I go, what the fuck just quacked??  And I see my husband sorta shaking in that silent kinda laugh.  Shoulders bouncing and all.  And I scream.  OMG  YOUR ASS JUST QUACKED AT ME!!!!  He busts a gut laughing.  I scream SO WAS IT THE DUCK SCREAMING FOR HELP THE OTHER NIGHT?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god, I must have the only man with a tallented talking, quacking asshole.  Please tell me I'm not alone, cuz that is enough to send me over the edge.  I mean when they find me giggling in a corner, saying "the duck in his ass kept screaming for help"  nobody is gonna know what the hell I'm all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, even days later, it's enough to double you over laughing.  I wish we could do it on command, cuz we could take that show on the road.  Be rich from a talking ass.  Although the smell might clear the room.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good Wednesday.  And no ducks scream for help on your watch.  hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-7946464858179106256?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/7946464858179106256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=7946464858179106256' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7946464858179106256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7946464858179106256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-men-fart.html' title='Real Men Fart!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SXdOpEaLxHI/AAAAAAAAAyE/axpmpxz4lUQ/s72-c/tanksintheparkinglot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-8245758693569693536</id><published>2009-01-18T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:13:12.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heck of a weekend so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SXPQR2soSGI/AAAAAAAAAx8/wuw-gjgKugs/s1600-h/cardinals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SXPQR2soSGI/AAAAAAAAAx8/wuw-gjgKugs/s320/cardinals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292802992249522274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh my gosh it's been a heck of a weekend so far.  Can I just start by saying THE CARDINALS ARE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing dang game.  Now I have never ever been a cardinals fan even though I have lived in Arizona all my life.  The Cardinals have always been the worst of the worst team ever.  And that dam Bill Bidwell (the owner) sucks major donkey dick.  He would trade and fire, fire and trade that nobody could ever do anything with the team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then a couple years ago, Emit Smith retired from the Cowboys and went to play with the Cardinals.  He didn't make it great but it seemed to boost the moral of alot of the players.  Then they got Anquan Boldin and Fitzgerald and Hightower and Warner.  And this team started pulling together, and they got better and better and better this year.  Then lookie and see!!!!  They went to the playoffs, won the NFC championship and won, and now we are on to the super bowl!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, we took old Buster in to the vet, and the blood test showed that his liver is doing about 30 percent better than it was.  So...it's getting better.  We will keep him on these new pills.  80 bucks for 60 of them.  *insert wretching here* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parent in laws came over to watch the football game.  They are still here watching the next one.  grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man yesterday Gigantor was in so much trouble.  The 17th is the anniversary of my mom's death, and he decided to be gone till after 1 in the afternoon.  Then we were supposed to do a bunch of things, and he had Captain Daddy come over to watch war movies.  I was not a happy camper and didn't feel that well (emotionaly)  Can I just say, somedays men are the worst kind of asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I'm off to play the good hostess and hope they go ahead and leave soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good holiday Monday everyone.  Kid is off school and Hub unit is home from work.  Maybe we can get some stuff done tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-8245758693569693536?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/8245758693569693536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=8245758693569693536' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8245758693569693536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8245758693569693536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/01/heck-of-weekend-so-far.html' title='Heck of a weekend so far'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SXPQR2soSGI/AAAAAAAAAx8/wuw-gjgKugs/s72-c/cardinals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-2215045714641416353</id><published>2009-01-15T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:50:31.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SW9z922JgLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/sz2kUmDWZMg/s1600-h/cat+twister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SW9z922JgLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/sz2kUmDWZMg/s320/cat+twister.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291575593715466418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I've tied myself in that kind of knot before.  hahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything interesting, just random crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work tonight, Gigantor has the next 4 days off.  Kiddo has Monday off.  Be nice to have everyone here for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor's birthday is on the 3rd, and I don't have a dam thing or a dam clue what to get him.  I have a dinner planned, so far that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Buster dog needs another blood test tomorrow.  He had one a couple weeks ago, cuz he's been on pain meds for the past 6 months.  It showed some liver failure.  So....they put him on diff pills and want to check it again, see how he is.  The vet mentioned taking him off of pain meds, cuz of the damage.  And I said, okay we can keep him out of pain till the damage is to severe we have to put him to sleep, or we can let him suffer in pain and not be able to walk, and have to put him to sleep sooner.  I was rather pissy when I said it, and the vet goes.  Oh well yeah good point.  God..sometimes doctors of any kind just piss me the hell off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, sometimes I don't get him.  We got Kiddo Hellboy 2 for christmas.  Well...he wanted to watch it the other day, and we tore this house apart for like 2 hours and couldn't find it.  Kiddo was major upset.  I told him that I maybe dropped it and it got scooped up with the trash on christmas morning.  And I said I would get another copy if that was the case.  Well...later that day, Gigantor decided to ask Captain Daddy if we accidently put it in his box.  He goes yeah I got it why?  And we told him how we put it there accidently, and how it was Kiddo's.  At which point my dad got rather pissy cuz we were taking a movie we gave him.  My dad...the same one that said he "hated fricken hellboy it was the stupidest movie and idea he ever saw in his life"  was mad that we accidently put it in there then wanted it back.  grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish it was legal to punish your older parents the same way you can punish your kids.  Where as a timeout wouldn't do him any good, but a good chasing with the flyswatter and yelling IF YOU DON'T STOP CRYING I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO REAAAALLLLYYYY CRY ABOUT!!!  Just might do the trick.  I mean it worked for my mom when we were little.  hahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh that makes me remember a story that happened out here at our DMV office.  The cars and trucks were driving down the road, and this Semi passes a mini van and almost runs them off the road.  Well the lady in the mini van had her three kids, her friend and her friends two kids in the van.  The lady was pissed as hell.  She drove up on the DMV and weight station to find the truck parked there.  The trucker had gone inside to go pee.  The lady was so pissed she grabbed the only thing she could find, marched her happy self in the DMV office and pr0ceeded to beat this truck driver with a flyswatter, yelling at him the whole time.  They called the cops, after the cops got done picking themselves up off the floor cuz they were laughing so hard, they got to the bottom of it.  The truck driver said he wanted to press charges.  They said fine, that will be a small fine on the lady, but he was getting a major ticket for reckless driving, then they looked into his log book and stuff, and found a ton of infractions. &lt;br /&gt;Crazy lady with flyswatter--1&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ass truck driver--0 plus fines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love stories like that.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm gonna leave ya for today.  Have a flyswatter beating free weekend everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-2215045714641416353?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/2215045714641416353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=2215045714641416353' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2215045714641416353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2215045714641416353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-this-and-that.html' title='Random This and That'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SW9z922JgLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/sz2kUmDWZMg/s72-c/cat+twister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-7454607298573480950</id><published>2009-01-13T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:05:24.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Laws--ugggggghhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SW18vK_Sl6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_6d6i9EuPm8/s1600-h/polar+bear+cream+filling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SW18vK_Sl6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_6d6i9EuPm8/s320/polar+bear+cream+filling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291022287075710882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!  I love this picture.  We were looking through pictures, and found this one, and I started laughing so hard I was falling out of my chair.  To which point my son was doing the same thing.  I finished laughing, and my son goes "I don't get it"  OMG  that made me laugh all the more!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well the title was moaning about inlaws.  You all know I don't get along the greatest with mine.  It's a very rickety kind of relationship.  But I do try, god help me I try.  My mother in law gets upset.  Says his family plans last minute and I'm not spontaneous.  Well...to a point I am.  I mean we go over somewhere they ask us to stay we do.  We just up and go for a drive in the mountains a couple hours away, we up and invite someone over.  What I don't like last minute, is when people do birthday dinners, or other family dinners, they have been planning and they don't call us to let us know till a couple hours before dinner is ready.  Then they have enough gal to ask us to bring something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...my mother in law called me last Thursday to tell me they were doing a birthday dinner for gigantor's dad on Tuesday.  A few things bugged me about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  That it's my in laws.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  That they always have to do shit during the middle of the week.  Why the hell can't they push something forward or back to a friday or sat.  Gigantor's birthday is on the 3rd, and we are doing a dinner the sat before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  She said it was gonna be a huge family dinner for his 70th, but then asked us to bring our own meat to cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  She then said if we wanted any side dishes we had to bring them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  That made me stop and think about, did she mean it's a potluck, is everyone bringing stuff, or do we just bring our own, what we want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Gigantor gets ahold of her, just last night, and she wanted me to make at least two really big side dishes for everyone, cuz they didn't have any other food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here is what bugs me so bad.  They never have enough food for everyone, and they never have drinks.  We have gotten used to taking our own drinks.  But she just said SHE was having a big dinner for him.  Then proceeded to tell us to not only bring food for ourselves but for everyone else too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of Gigantor, he told her no, I wasn't doing it.  We faught about it alot today actually.  I didn't want to go at all after that, and he wanted us all to bow down to them cuz it was his dad's 70th birthday.  So...I told him to just go, and he did this massive guilt trip on me.  Then he did the worst thing he could have done.  He tried to compare his parents to mine.  If any of you have read my blog for any length, you know that you DO NOT PUT HIS FAMILY IN THE SAME CATAGORY AS MY FAMILY!!!!!  It's a big difference.  My family loves me and him and Kiddo.  Can't say the same for his.  I'm not gonna get into that right now, cuz it will be a rant for a few pages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, we went to the store and bought some steaks and rolls, and showed up.  We took a cooler along with our utensils, the stuff for our steaks, and drinks.  We cooked our steaks and ate our own food and used our own stuff, and we didn't get upset with anyone, so that was very very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they wanted us to stay and watch t.v. and do things, we had to leave, it was a work and school night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents, and most of his family make me so insane and nervous, and uneasy.  I'm just glad I'm home, and now I'm dam tired, and want to go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good Tuesday and have a great Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go laugh at that picture again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-7454607298573480950?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/7454607298573480950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=7454607298573480950' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7454607298573480950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7454607298573480950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-laws-ugggggghhhhhh.html' title='In Laws--ugggggghhhhhh'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SW18vK_Sl6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_6d6i9EuPm8/s72-c/polar+bear+cream+filling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-8978833673682741570</id><published>2009-01-12T08:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:15:06.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOF is right!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SWtq8vyMl9I/AAAAAAAAAxk/O-DaP3IvbFw/s1600-h/cat+oof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SWtq8vyMl9I/AAAAAAAAAxk/O-DaP3IvbFw/s320/cat+oof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290439779128481746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's how I felt this morning.  OOF!!!  hahahaha that picture makes me giggle till I piddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a busy weekend.  Friday was filled with trips to walmart, to captain daddy's to the bank to post office and to Safeway.  Then after Kiddo came home we watched the movie Wanted.  That was pretty good.  Then Gigantor and Kiddo went to D's Sparing Center and worked out for a couple hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some dinner and watched an episode of Primeval.  Saturday, everyone was lazy in the morning.  I slept in and Gigantor played on the puter.  Then he did some dishes and Kiddo cleaned his bathroom when I got up.  Then Gigantor got a call from his mom, his cousin had died.  He had lung cancer for the past 8 years.  2 years ago they gave him 6 months to live...so he went out and started having fun, said he was gonna live it up for what time he had left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor went over there and helped her load up the truck so she could travel, and then he went out to the dump.  He came home and finished the fence out back.  Now all we have to do is set some posts in cement and finish the two front gates.  Front side of house and back side of house.  Then that will be all done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we watched the rest of Primeval and had leftovers for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we were lazy, plane and simple lazy.  Gigantor and Kiddo went out to the lake to feed the ducks the craptastic bread I made them get rid of.  (that white bread that is supposed to be like whole grain...hate that dam bread)  Then we went through some dvd's and tapes and put them in homes, and watched a couple movies.  We watched an old one called The Final Countdown.  It was okay,  And we watched Accepted (on of my christmas pressies, I love that one) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow now it's Monday and I wish it was Friday again.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good weekend.  I'll be checking in on ya today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-8978833673682741570?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/8978833673682741570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=8978833673682741570' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8978833673682741570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8978833673682741570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/01/oof-is-right.html' title='OOF is right!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SWtq8vyMl9I/AAAAAAAAAxk/O-DaP3IvbFw/s72-c/cat+oof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5503335981889784051</id><published>2009-01-07T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:40:32.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring ass wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SWTZFb1MbfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IW8VUeEbYaY/s1600-h/foxy+the+wizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SWTZFb1MbfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IW8VUeEbYaY/s320/foxy+the+wizard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288590549833248242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Lookie my cutie pie rat dog!!!  LOOKIE I SAID!!!!  She was so cute, she popped her head out of her blankie to see Gigantor and he was able to snap her picture on his phone.  Weird how her eyes flashed blue though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't any of you dare give me a hard time about that blanket.  I don't like that team, matter of fact I HATE that team, but I won the blanket in a raffle and it's soft as hell, and the only one big enough to let me and the dog cuddle under it at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has gone on here.  Everyone has been grumpy, me a bit, but Gigantor, Kiddo and Captain Daddy are all majorly grumpy.  I'm gonna castrate me some men let me tell ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie asked me what Red Eye Gravy was.  Well there are different versions of it.  There is one (not mine) that uses ketchup and some vinegar and it basicly taste like the gravy from a can of pork and beans or cheap baked beans.  But what we call it and do is.  We make extra glaze for the ham, using pineapple juice, brown sugar, honey and some cinnamon and sometimes cloves (tiny bit) and so we have this yummie ham drippings.  Then we make the rue with butter and flower, and add the ham drippings in it.  If it's still to thick we add a touch of milk.  But it's this salty/sweet gravy that taste like the ham.  So...there is my red eye gravy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing we found to make it was this flower called Wondra, comes in a blue and white can, and it doesn't clump or taste real flour ie in your gravy.  That's one good thing my mother in law passed down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I'm boring as hell, just trying to stay warm, so I'm gonna go read blogs or whatever.  Hope you all have a great great Wednesday.  The week is half done!!!!  yayyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5503335981889784051?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5503335981889784051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5503335981889784051' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5503335981889784051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5503335981889784051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring-ass-wednesday.html' title='boring ass wednesday'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SWTZFb1MbfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IW8VUeEbYaY/s72-c/foxy+the+wizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-823745272153084769</id><published>2009-01-05T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:41:52.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School, Cold, Awards and Chocolate Chip Eggs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SWI1VyfmyaI/AAAAAAAAAxM/lKt3d6rrTZU/s1600-h/flowers_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SWI1VyfmyaI/AAAAAAAAAxM/lKt3d6rrTZU/s320/flowers_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287847560934246818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Lookie lookie I got an award.  And I don't know how many people you give it too, but I loves you all, so I'm giving you all a bunch of flowers.  So...here take this award from me.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back to school today, suckity suck suck suck.  I hate it when the Kiddo goes back to school.  You all know this.  I like having him home.  I have never been one of those mom's that "can't wait till school starts again"  I think vacations are to dam short.  hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kiddo definatly didn't want to go back today.  We were both very grumpy having to get up so dam early.  (not morning people) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dam cold here.  It was warm for so long, now it's dam cold.  21 degree's right now.  The electrician says the heater is doing everything it's supposed too, but let me tell ya, it's still blowing cool air out.  And it freezes in here till about 2 or 3 in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find my sweater, but apparently Gigantor hid it somewhere, so I have the oven on too, just to help it out in here for a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to explain about the "chocolate chip eggs"  And we found it really funny, but it might be a *you had to have been there* kind of funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New years day I made a big dinner (since we went to aunt and uncles on christmas and didn't have leftovers)  We did Ham, mashed potato's, red eye gravy, hawaiin rolls, green bean casserole, carrot raisin salad, and deviled eggs.  Well....Gigantor sat at the table and mixed up a couple boxes of brownies, to make a big pan, and I was filling the deviled eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo comes running out of his room, and goes, "I smell chocolate chip cookies baking"  and we say ummm no.  He leans over the kitchen chair and starts playing with a couple empty boxes, (yes those would be brownie boxes)  And he says "Well I smell something chocolaty."  I said well it's not cookies, why don't you open your eyes and tell me what it is.  Cuz I'm thinking he's as blind as a fricken bat, cuz he's playing with the dam boxes right in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brilliant son says.  "Oh!!! I must be smelling the eggs"  At which point Gigantor and I started cracking up, and asking when in the hell did eggs start smelling like baking chocolate??  And Kiddo got all upset saying well what else could it be? (as he throws away the empty brownie boxes)  Yes he finally figured it out with some clues given to him.  But for days he's been teased about eating chocolate chip eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a very good holidays and I got some pics on my new camera of some of my Booty from Christmas (Presents that is, not my ass, sheesh)  And a few of the "worst gifts of the year"  hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;Bet you can't wait for those huh?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to go check in on all your blogs.  Have a good Monday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-823745272153084769?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/823745272153084769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=823745272153084769' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/823745272153084769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/823745272153084769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-cold-awards-and-chocolate-chip.html' title='School, Cold, Awards and Chocolate Chip Eggs....'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SWI1VyfmyaI/AAAAAAAAAxM/lKt3d6rrTZU/s72-c/flowers_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-222038190784501087</id><published>2008-12-31T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:36:50.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVutBpif9FI/AAAAAAAAAxE/AnHnp-SRMsk/s1600-h/cat+christmas+lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVutBpif9FI/AAAAAAAAAxE/AnHnp-SRMsk/s320/cat+christmas+lights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286008831491437650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a few days.  Probably really won't get back to posting till next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been enjoying the 2 week vacation to much.  That and freezing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah got a part put in my heater, was supposed to fix it.  Ummmm no it didn't fix it.  Still blowing out cool air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go get my nails done today, but felt like ass, so called and asked to reschedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking lots of pictures with the new camera.  I will be posting some when I download them.  I've taken a few of the gifties I got.  Including the horrible gifties.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's what I'm leaving you with, and I'm gonna go read blogs myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful and very very safe New Years!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-222038190784501087?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/222038190784501087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=222038190784501087' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/222038190784501087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/222038190784501087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-years-eve.html' title='Happy New Years Eve'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVutBpif9FI/AAAAAAAAAxE/AnHnp-SRMsk/s72-c/cat+christmas+lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-858513512517616907</id><published>2008-12-27T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:18:05.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I hope you all had a great Christmas!!! Ours was very nice. Captain Daddy came over and opened presents with us. Then we loaded up food and went over to the Aunt and Uncles. Ate till we were sore and then played some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up playing one called Mad Gab.  Oh My Gosh this game was so much dam fun.  Look it up people, it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some relish trays for dinner over there, and Gigantor took pictures, said I had to post them, cuz they were so purty.  I didn't try to make them purty but dammit I did.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...Alekx and House Elf got us a new digital camera for Christmas.  A Nikon Coolpix.  So....I will take some pics of some of the stuff I got and post them.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have to send out a big shout of of a THANK YOU SO MUCH BIDDIE YOU ROCK!!!!!  She sent me a package all the way from Canada.  It had a webkins for my son and a couple rudolph ornaments for me.  OMG  they so rock, as does she!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow on to pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVcJiiNndCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/_PpaaPvbL9A/s1600-h/relish+tray+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVcJiiNndCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/_PpaaPvbL9A/s320/relish+tray+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284703176646685730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the first one I made.  Dill pickel spears, little sweet midgets, spanish olives, black olived, broccoli and some tomato's in the center for color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVcJiA3bJJI/AAAAAAAAAwc/yxZD_pvMeY4/s1600-h/relish+tray+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVcJiA3bJJI/AAAAAAAAAwc/yxZD_pvMeY4/s320/relish+tray+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284703167695234194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second one I made.  Carrots, celery sticks, sugar snap peas, yellow and red bell peppers, cucumbers lined up and the rest of the tomato's.  So dam purty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVcJhi-F-6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/vQ6BLOgF5Wo/s1600-h/pecan+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVcJhi-F-6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/vQ6BLOgF5Wo/s320/pecan+pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284703159670143906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couple Pecan pies I made, yummmmm  Haven't had pecan pie in over a year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVcJgjZfMcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/_ZAvC0IBfk8/s1600-h/pumpkin+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVcJgjZfMcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/_ZAvC0IBfk8/s320/pumpkin+pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284703142605173186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And a couple pumpkin pies I made.  I made them with splenda so Captain daddy could eat some, and he didn't eat any dam pie.  grrrrrr  I also made deviled eggs and poofoo and candied yams but didn't take pictures of those.  Aunt and Uncle had Turkey, stuffing, mashed potato's, green been casserol, and biscuits.  So...yeah we had lots to eat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well that's about it for me tonight, been having to much fun watching movies, and just vegging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, our heater is broke.  Like blowing out all cool air.  Had our electrician friend look at it, he said he thinks he knows what's wrong and will have to price the part, but ummm yeah he hasn't done that yet.  I'm fricken freezing.  Wish us luck to get it fixed in a timely manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-858513512517616907?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/858513512517616907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=858513512517616907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/858513512517616907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/858513512517616907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-christmas.html' title='Great Christmas'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVcJiiNndCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/_PpaaPvbL9A/s72-c/relish+tray+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3915962084923427434</id><published>2008-12-23T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:37:51.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve EVE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVEnqLVwCPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1YpOqgNKyIQ/s1600-h/cat+parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVEnqLVwCPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1YpOqgNKyIQ/s320/cat+parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283047443434309874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;First of all, that picture, I love it.  Not only cuz it's funny.  But because that calico looks just like Captain daddy's cat- Patches and that gray cat looks just like my Bugsy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yesterday wasn't to hectic thank good.  I came out and dinked on the computer for a couple hours.  Then captain daddy came over to do some laundry.  Kiddo and I ate lunch, I had the rest of my Big Dam Burger, and Kiddo had left over Pizza.  Daddy wasn't hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started wrapping some of the last stuff I had (which is kiddo's stuff)  He did good and stayed in his room, just asked to come out when he had to.  I almost got all done with his, just a tiny bit more to do.  It's the big stuff though.  And santa stuff.  I never told my son there was no santa.  He probably believed longer than other children, but he figured it out, and he still loves the magic of santa and the meaning of it.  So...We always have and always will have gifts from "santa".  We are all good with that, cuz we know where they really came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the deal with my husband is either.  I asked him to do three small things this morning before work.  Take two grocery sacks of stuff off the top shelf in the bedroom and bring them out to the living room in a box so I could wrap.  To set a pack of meat out for dinner, and to put the last things in the dishwasher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me before he left that he played on the computer, so I thought for sure he did the other stuff.  Well not only did he not do it, but he also left the bologna out on the stove, and the side of my computer is off, and I don't know why.  He even forgot to take some stuff he needed for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's his Friday today too.  He is now off till Monday, he gets paid for it too.  SWEET!!!  Then next week he has New years off and gets paid for it too.  It will be totally nice to have him here helping me do pre work for cooking and do the cleaning the day before christmas (vacuum and straighten up is all I do)  Most years he has never been here for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I'm off to drink more coffee and give a looksie at blogs.  Have a great Tuesday everyone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3915962084923427434?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3915962084923427434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3915962084923427434' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3915962084923427434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3915962084923427434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve EVE!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SVEnqLVwCPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1YpOqgNKyIQ/s72-c/cat+parade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-8453764168454004879</id><published>2008-12-22T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:58:22.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days left</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SU_RUds_t7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Ad9fUDzD_JM/s1600-h/firefox+popup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SU_RUds_t7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Ad9fUDzD_JM/s320/firefox+popup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282671037429823410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well how was everyone's weekend??  My last post was frantic about how much behind we were on Friday.  But hubby did promise it would get all done and it did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday he woke me up before 9 (as per instructed)  We got up and all of us had a bagel, then we went on to make 6 batches of fudge, which ended up making 10 pans of fudge.  Thank god I bought the disposable pans.  We made Dark chocolate with pecans, Dark with walnuts.  Semi sweet with macadamia nuts, semi sweet plain.  Milk chocolate with walnuts and Milk chocolate plain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making all the fudge it was about 1:30 and we decided to break for lunch.  Did that, then Gigantor ran a couple errands.  Down to deliver some avon, and to get something he needed, and then to post office.  Then I had him run by the computer store.  I've been having problems with things with graphics lagging and some will show up black screen but I have the noise.  I got talking to a couple friends, and thinking.  Maybe it's my video card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...he ran home and ran the computer in, and they said we had a prehistoric video card.  hahahahaha  So...we got a new one.  Man this is so nice!! Everything plays on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor got home at almost 5.  5!!!!!  And we still had shit to do.  I found a recipe called Crispy Chocolate Mounds.  But I don't like that name.  I don't like "mounds" in a food name.  So help me out.  Do I re name them Crispy Peanut Clusters, or Peanut Cluster Crips??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so fricken easy and so good, it's should be illegal.  Let me give you all the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup semi sweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1 cup peanut butter chips&lt;br /&gt;1 cup rice krispies&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup raisins&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup salted peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pan or double boiler melt the chocolate and peanut butter chips.  Mix it with the other ingredients, stir well to completely cover.  Then by spoonful make mounds on waxed paper on a cookie sheet.  Put in refrigerator for about 15 minutes or until set.  Should make about 2 dozen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have enough fridge room so we stuck the cookie sheets outside for about 10 minutes. hehehehee  They were so dam good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday night while Gigantor was making breakfast for dinner.  Kiddo and I filled the little goodie bags with vanilla wafers and graham crackers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday got up at same time.  Made one batch of the pumpkin dip, put it in the fridge.  Pieced together the plates with fudge and Crisps.  Wrapped them in plastic and put labels on them.  Captain daddy showed up and I was putting pumpkin dip in bowls, found out we would have to make a second batch.  Took a break and captain daddy got us lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to a place called Dam Bar and Grill.  Got Kiddo a cheese burger that was probably 1/2 lb of beef.  Got all of us something called Big Dam Burger.  This thing was so huge, the bread was oval shaped.  It had lettuce, tomato, burger, cheese, hickory sauce, bacon and onion straws on it.  1 whole lb of beef!!!!  We had to cut it in half and could barely eat one half, so yeah we have lunch for today too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then finished pumpkin dip, loaded the suburban and went out to do our delivering.  It was about 4 in the afternoon when we started.  Got held up at one friends house.  Got to Gigantor's sisters, and she informes us that his parents are about 15 minutes out (they were almost there)  We got in the suburban and I go DRIVE DRIVE GO, GET OUT OF HERE!!!  I know I'm so mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our delivering about 6:30.  And I was dead tired.  We had no idea what to do for dinner, usually we do a big family dinner on Sundays.  OMG  we were so tired.  So we went by pizza hut and ordered three of those pizza mia things, and went and looked at a few christmas lights while they cooked.  Came home, ate, and died.  We were all in bed and passed out by 10:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great weekend though, and are having an even better week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-8453764168454004879?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/8453764168454004879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=8453764168454004879' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8453764168454004879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8453764168454004879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-days-left.html' title='3 days left'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SU_RUds_t7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Ad9fUDzD_JM/s72-c/firefox+popup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-8028973747240849067</id><published>2008-12-19T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:49:57.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dead, I'm Really Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUxK8iLkmAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/uja4DdOe6h0/s1600-h/dog+snowall+fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUxK8iLkmAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/uja4DdOe6h0/s320/dog+snowall+fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281678866826696706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay lets see... sorry it's been a few days, let me update you a bit I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed...it was still snowing at 9 in the morning.  Took Kiddo and big J to school, went to the bank and went and got myself some breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools automated system calls to say that school would let out at noon and then be canceled for Thursday.  Because of the snow.  We don't have snow days, so they don't tack them in, so now we have to make up one day of school.  It snowed all day, the little wet flakes.  Then it really started coming down in big ass flakes and sticking.  So...I made Kiddo run with me to do errands, before it got so bad I couldn't get in and out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday---I did get to sleep in.  Skinny K came over for most the day, it snowed and rained all day.  My computer wasn't up for most the day.  So...I wrapped.  From the moment I got up, till after 5.  I wrapped.  And you know what.  I'm not done.  MOTHER BUNNY HUMPER.  But you see, I wrap for my sister, her husband, a friend (ship those off) then I wrap for Gigantor's family, for another friend in town (found out her aunt and brother were gonna be here, so had to find them a little something and wrap it),  For my aunt and uncle (going to dinner at their house), for my cousin and her husband (they will be in at aunt and uncles hours)  For my dad, for Gigantor, for Kiddo.  And Captain daddy comes over asking me to wrap  his presents.  And I'm done, he sticks a lable on it, and the fricken thing is for me.  grrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like we have a ton of money or presents.  It's that, all my life, I break apart stuff (like if it comes in a set) and I wrap every single little piece, that way it looks like more presents and is more to open.  So..yeah I got almost all of it done.  A couple things for daddy, and just Gigantor and Kiddo to do, haven't done anything for them yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Friday)  Gigantor got up and took Kiddo to school, then he ran to exchange something at the game store, which wasn't open, said it would be at 9.  So...he went and shipped a box, and got some disposable pans for all the fudge I wanna make.  Then went back at almost 9:30 and they still weren't open.  grrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to come home and wake me up, and then we run to walmart before kiddo got out of school for half day, that way we could make some of the goodies this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he went and spent 40 minutes in the bathroom, and didn't come in to wake me up till I started yelling at him at about 10:15, about why he hadn 't woke me up.  So...we had enough time for me to get dressed, get medicine in me and make a list.  It was almost 12.  Ran back to the game store.  Went and got Kiddo, took his friend home.  Ran to Taco Bell, grabbed some lunch and went home to eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back out to Walmart, spent an hour and a half down there.  The stupid ridey carts weren't charged right, so mine died in the first isle, so Kiddo pushed it the whole time.  If I kept the button on to go forward it moved really easy.  Did all our last minute shopping, plus more gift tags, and food for the pets.  And I needed a few more things for goodie making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left there, and went and got gas, it was down to 1.77 a gallon.  whoooohoooo Then went and delivered a few of my books and christmas cards, and went out to the feed store to get the dry dog food.  Went to the post office, and came home.  By the time we unloaded the walmart stuff it was 5:30.  People came over to get their avon, and I guess Gigantor made arrangements for him and Kiddo to go to the sparring center.  *insert evil eye glare here* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so dam pissed, cuz I told him we were over half a day behind this weekend, and he wasn't going anywhere unless I told him too, and he was gonna help me get shit done, so I'm not up all fricken night christmas eve.  And he decided on his own to leave.  At which point I got mad and yelled IF YOU GO ANYWHERE AT ALL THIS WEEKEND THAT I DON'T TELL YOU TOO, THEN YOUR NOT WELCOME TO COME BACK!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just goes.  Yes dear.  Then my fricken son started panicing.  OMG  are you getting a divorce, why can't dad come back here??? ahhhhhhhhhhh  So...I had to calm his happy shit down.  Dammit!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow that is my week updated.  I told Gigantor we were starting at about 8 in the morning getting the goodies done, and delivering goodie plates that evening along with my avon and books.  He's like...Okay I promise we will get it done.  But we will wait and see I guess.  hhehehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm better off than Skinny K's parents.  They are going out of town tomorrow, cuz they haven't bought one single thing yet.  hahahahahha  And they have three kids.  ahhhhhhhhhhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm gonna go and drink some pepsi (dammit that we are out of rum)  And wait for Gigantor to get home with my kid so we can have some dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend.  And remember to stop and breath, cuz I'm not...I'm just hyperventilating.  hahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-8028973747240849067?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/8028973747240849067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=8028973747240849067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8028973747240849067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8028973747240849067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-dead-im-really-dead.html' title='I&apos;m Dead, I&apos;m Really Dead'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUxK8iLkmAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/uja4DdOe6h0/s72-c/dog+snowall+fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4227728663541286039</id><published>2008-12-16T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:36:10.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dam Peanuts!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUgAolv4LsI/AAAAAAAAAvU/VN1n00xFv-U/s1600-h/cat+static.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUgAolv4LsI/AAAAAAAAAvU/VN1n00xFv-U/s320/cat+static.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280471260419600066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;That is what us, every animal, and our floor looks like around this time of year.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those peanut things go everywhere, and you can't get them up.  We were saving a box full and two garbage bag fulls, so I could use them when I shipped my pressies out.  Gigantor packed the boxes so well, we only ended up using half a bag, but it seems the rest are strewn about the house.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG  it's so fricken cold here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night after the horizontal rain, it started snowing.  We don't get much snow here.  But it was snowing,  then there was some thunder with the snow.  Freaked me out, I've never heard of thunder with snow.  It stayed for half of Sunday then melted off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I had kiddo walk to school yesterday.  It was a bit over cast, but was major cold.  When he walked home, when he came in the door it was snowing again.  It snowed until about 5 this morning, sticking.  Only good thing was it was they teeny tiny flakes.  So...it is now melting off quite fast.  Melting in our heat wave of 35 fricken degree's  HAHAHHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather channel says it will probably start snowing again this afternoon/evening and snow all the way through tomorrow night.  I wish it was next week, so all the kids could have a white christmas, and snow while they are out of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell ya with the problems I'm having with my knees and back, this snow is not helping.  I can barely move.  It takes all my strength to walk to the bathroom, and sleep has been near impossible, from all the pain.  5 Ibuprophen don't even touch the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called today to make an appointment with my doctor, to talk to her about how bad the pain has gotten, see if we can do something else.  And I need more meds, we finally got the new insurance cards, so I'm gonna need to get the perscriptions in right away.  Earliest appointment they had was January 26th.  ahhhhhhhhhh  dammit!!!!!  So...I took it, so I wouldn't be waiting till fricken March. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did talk to the "perscription nurse" told her I was gonna run out of meds before then.  She said since I had an appointment on the books they would let me have more till then.  Thank God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired and hurting last night, Gigantor was gonna grill some steaks and it was snowing pretty bad, that I went, ummm.... lets order pizza.  The guys never complain when I say that.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's enough of me bitching.  Have a good static clingie Tuesday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4227728663541286039?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4227728663541286039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4227728663541286039' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4227728663541286039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4227728663541286039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/dam-peanuts.html' title='Dam Peanuts!!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUgAolv4LsI/AAAAAAAAAvU/VN1n00xFv-U/s72-c/cat+static.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-6437119980035041875</id><published>2008-12-14T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:47:07.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried to be Crafty!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have had a busy busy weekend.  I told you all about our exploits on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;Well....Saturday we got up and ate some brunch and worked on just a few things around the house, floors and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor kept saying he was going to work on the fence or run to the store, but he never did either he just sat there.  I finally screamed at him real hard, and he got up and worked on the dishwasher, cuz it was not working at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neighbor came over to order some last minute gifts in Avon, then another customer came over and paid a bill and ordered some stuff.  By then it was after 3, and we had some running around to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a store (fricken thing was closed) then to the post office.  Then to my aunts to pick up her avon order.  Well she wanted us to come in and she was struggling with her tree.  So Gigantor put it up, then uncle got off work, so Gigantor helped him put lights up outside.  Then Aunt decided to buy us all pizza.  We got home at almost 9.  But it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got up and I had Gigantor set me up a card table and I finished filling out my Christmas cards, and I did up my avon order, so I just have to put it in the computer tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worked on some dishes, and cleaning my "jars".  He got them all cleaned and I went to work on them.  We made a pumpkin dip that I got off a blog--Kay's Kitchen and we tried it.  Dam it's good.  So...we are gonna make a couple batches of that, and some fudge and pass it out next weekend as gifts, and these jars also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...like I said I was feeling crafty.  Don't know how good I did, but I recycled too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know I love to buy them candles from my neice.  Well....I took a few medium and some large jars of those burned out candles and we cleaned them out really well.  I then put on some decals form that Uppercase Living and then filled them with goodies and decorated the tops.  They can reuse the jars too.  I thought they turned out pretty good.  So...I added some pictures.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd1Knv8nI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Y2b1JgLVCpk/s1600-h/balloon+festival+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd1Knv8nI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Y2b1JgLVCpk/s320/balloon+festival+2008+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279870043615654514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These are of my work surface and of the jars I was going to be working on.  I had all my stuff out there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd0xOeP9I/AAAAAAAAAvE/9SINP38qIqg/s1600-h/balloon+festival+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd0xOeP9I/AAAAAAAAAvE/9SINP38qIqg/s320/balloon+festival+2008+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279870036798750674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is ove the jars after I put the decals on them.  Left, is a candy, middle is a silver snowflake, right is green holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd04LZteI/AAAAAAAAAu8/LoU-3J80Vek/s1600-h/balloon+festival+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd04LZteI/AAAAAAAAAu8/LoU-3J80Vek/s320/balloon+festival+2008+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279870038664918498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More of the one's with decals.  Left is gold ornament, middle is red mitten, and right is a bright green stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd0nVH6OI/AAAAAAAAAu0/XUrN8LF2oFE/s1600-h/balloon+festival+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd0nVH6OI/AAAAAAAAAu0/XUrN8LF2oFE/s320/balloon+festival+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279870034142292194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is how the back of the jars looked after I finished decorating them.  I had some different color schemes going on with the different decals on the front.  I think they look so cute.  But boy my thumb is sore from all the zipping of the twirlie ribbon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd0SxuwYI/AAAAAAAAAus/Qw6BXi0fRCM/s1600-h/balloon+festival+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd0SxuwYI/AAAAAAAAAus/Qw6BXi0fRCM/s320/balloon+festival+2008+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279870028625133954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the front of some of the jars.  The medium jars have some ribbon like hard candies in them.  The big jars have the wrapped soft pepermints.  I am going to put in some of the hard ribbon like candy on top of the mints, the day we are handing them out.  I didn't do it now, cuz I didn't want it all smelling and tasting like the pepermints.  But I think with a goodie plate of fudge and pumpkin dip and a goodie bag with cookies to use in the dip, that this is a nice gift.  All I spent money on was the candy. I had the jars from the candles for the past year, I had ribbon and bows, and the decals I traded her an Avon gift for them.  About 10 bucks and I have 7 really nice gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not "Awesome" but for me, I think it's rather crafty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off, Have a great Monday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-6437119980035041875?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/6437119980035041875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=6437119980035041875' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6437119980035041875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6437119980035041875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-tried-to-be-crafty.html' title='I tried to be Crafty!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUXd1Knv8nI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Y2b1JgLVCpk/s72-c/balloon+festival+2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4840190811610518812</id><published>2008-12-12T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:03.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy oh Boy my Hoochie Coo Hurts!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUMZJvQZraI/AAAAAAAAAuk/pE3Nvuth-Wg/s1600-h/snail+ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUMZJvQZraI/AAAAAAAAAuk/pE3Nvuth-Wg/s320/snail+ouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279090843303128482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well not exactly my hoochie coo, but the groin muscles right up at the top of my thighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that one needs some explaining huh??  Okay I'll get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up this morning, knowing we had a shit load of shitty shit to do.  Gigantor is off on Fridays member???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...get kiddo to school, then Gigantor goes and checks on the medical insurance cuz we still haven't gotten cards, and I only have 3 weeks left of all my pills.  Ummm yeah I need to get in and get some meds pretty dam quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I get up and get all the stuff out to start wrapping the stuff I have to mail.  Gigantor went in the kitchen and made us some bacon, cut up and put in scrambled eggs.  Nice good protein packed breakfast to give us energy, and I was on my 2nd refil mug full of coffee.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a tape while I wrapped.  And I wrapped my friend Roo's stuff (mail it to her in phoenix) and wrapped Alekx and the House Elf's stuff.  Got it boxed up.  And man my legs were cramping, I was having to hold them in weird possitions.  And I've been having so many problems past few months, it just hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took off and went to True Value.  The U.P.S. store closed here, so only place intown to send off U.P.S. stuff is true value.  So...I'm sitting in the suburban while Gigantor is in mailing the boxes off.  And I'm watching the old guy ringing the red cross bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's standing there ringing slowly.  Then all of a sudden he starts pacing a little and rining a bit more quickly.  I giggled to myself and thought.  I bet he has to pee.  Then he started pacing real hard, and putting one leg crossing the other, and holding onto the pole with the red pot on it, and boy that bell was going a million miles and hour.  I'm thinking OMG  this old guy is gonna crap or pee his pants.  Well the door opens, it was Gigantor, and this guy picks up the pole and red pot, and basicly runs Gigantor over to get inside, and he drops it off, then I can see him through the glass store front.  You can see his red santa hat, go like 100 gazillion miles an hour to the back.  This old as a fart guy was running as fast as he could.  Gigantor gets in the car, and I go.  Yup, had to pee.  He looked at me perplexed, then asked me if I seen the guy run him over.  hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to a place called Gabcor Games and bought some magic cards for stocking stuffers, and to give two of our friends for christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the school to make sure my son was staying after school to catch up on homework.  They said yes, and I was like oh good, we can go to walmart.  It was 2:15 and I knew it would take us a while, and kiddo was supposed to be in homework till 4:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to walmart and I get on a ridey cart, and we had to go all over that dam store to find the stuff I needed.  I did get some good stuff though.  But my groin muscles started hurting.  Cuz with my weight, the lymphadema, and my knees, it's more cumphy  to sit all sprawled out like a guy.  Well in them ridey carts you have to have your legs all together real nice.  And OMG  those muscles hurt doing that for the 2 hours we were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man half way through the store the Kiddo calls on the cell phone to tell us he's done with his homework.  We are like, ummm well tough, your gonna have to sit on the bench out front of the school till we get there, about a half hour.  And yup it took us a half hour to get up there.  hahahaha Poor kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ran home for potty breaks, and unloading, then back out to circle K for drinks, and to the post office and down to Gigantor's sisters to drop off some sewing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I am tired, and my hoochie coo muscles hurt like hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work them out more I guess.  hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good weekend, and get your hoochie coo muscles pulled too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4840190811610518812?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4840190811610518812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4840190811610518812' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4840190811610518812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4840190811610518812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/boy-oh-boy-my-hoochie-coo-hurts.html' title='Boy oh Boy my Hoochie Coo Hurts!!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SUMZJvQZraI/AAAAAAAAAuk/pE3Nvuth-Wg/s72-c/snail+ouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-6436726972902848085</id><published>2008-12-10T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:27.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell??? Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/ST_yGWaPKOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/dZpS9Edz53E/s1600-h/puppy+incoming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/ST_yGWaPKOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/dZpS9Edz53E/s320/puppy+incoming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278203479210272994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh man I've had alot of What the Hell??? moments lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Blogger won't let me comment, it's a wonder it did this post.  I have gone and left the same comment 3 or 4 times on a blog and it won't post it.  WHAT THE HELL???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my son had a concert (he's in percussion)  I got dressed nice, put on makeup, jewelry, perfume, took pain meds so I could do the walk with my knees and legs and back.  Then....I got major sick to my stomach.  I thought I caught what he had.  I had to bail and make Gigantor just go alone.  I laid down for a bit and it went away.  WHAT THE HELL???  I wanted to go real bad, but didn't want to have the uncontrollable puking that goes with what he had.  But it seems it was that thing when I get over tired and get rather sick.  grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rat dog, hates the neighbor lady.  The sweet, young, shy, raising her 11 year old sister, has a new baby, neighbor lady.  Foxy will hit the door begging to go out, then bark and growl non stop at her.  And this poor lady...her dryer is outside, and with the baby, does laundry every day.  Then gets verbally assaulted by my dam dog.  WHAT THE HELL???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....we will call the dog in, or go spank her when we yell at her, and she will run it and jump on the couch, flop on her back shaking, looking all guilty, and if you even look at her, she pisses.  WHAT THE HELL????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so bad, it's made this sweet young thing (the neighbor lady not the dog)  cry a couple times.  She thinks we hate her, and we have to keep saying, no, it's our dumb ass dog that has attitude. Poor neighbor lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dishwasher is making a god aweful noise.  Like a wash machine when it's off ballance.  And right before Christmas too.  WHAT THE HELL???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time my dad has come over in the past 4 weeks, he has been wearing the same t-shirt.  WHAT THE HELL???  I'm hoping he's washing it somewhere in between.  Seeing as he does laundry here, and he's wearing it each time he comes over.....it's making me wonder.  I'm trying to decide if the t-shirt was grey to begin with.  But if I think about it to much *shudder*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay something that really bugs me, I don't know why, but I HATE it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those little dance groups that are the old old old ladies???  The one's that think they look so cute??? Dress up in little tiny mini skirt shit??? Dance around with no timing??? Always wear red??? WHAT THE MOTHER HUMPING HELL????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I mean I love seeing older people getting out and doing all sorts of stuff.  But these women just piss me off.  They wear mini skirts, and try to look sexy, and they dance saying they have been practicing all year, and not a single one of them is doing the same dam dance.  They can barely lift their feet, they wear really high heels  WHAT THE HELL???  Someone is gonna break a hip I swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm gonna go have more coffee, and cuss at blogger more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great Wednesday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-6436726972902848085?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/6436726972902848085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=6436726972902848085' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6436726972902848085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6436726972902848085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-hell-moments.html' title='What the Hell??? Moments'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/ST_yGWaPKOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/dZpS9Edz53E/s72-c/puppy+incoming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-8383790301712563603</id><published>2008-12-07T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:50:30.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Tornado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STyXaDkErBI/AAAAAAAAAuU/__MUjkwrQBw/s1600-h/cat+lift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STyXaDkErBI/AAAAAAAAAuU/__MUjkwrQBw/s320/cat+lift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277259337260379154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Man we were so busy this weekend, that it felt like a tornado whipped through here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Gigantor was off, we got up and I got all my out of country packages/cards ready to go.  I balanced both check books, and did up some deposits.  We then went and got money from Captain Daddy to get him some muscle relaxant stuff cuz he threw out his back.  We went to the bank, post office, store, to get something to eat, to pick up avon, to get the kid, to get gas, to post office again, then home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote up my avon and got it all ready.  Got kiddo ready so he could go to a church christmas party with skinny K's mom.  And got ourselves ready for Gigantor's company party.  We went to the party, and I got a text saying Kiddo was throwing up.  We came home and he threw up every hour on the hour the entire night.  My little heathen is allergic to churches or something.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up early to go have breakfast with Captain Daddy cuz his birthday was Friday and he turned 68.  He wouldn't answer his phone, he showed up here when we were out looking for him.  Finally we found him and he said how about lunch later.  So...i went to my hair appointment, then we went and paid some bills and to the post office.  Asked Captain Daddy about lunch and he wanted to try for Breakfast on Sunday instead.  uggghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...went and delivered my avon and delivered books, then went to Walmart and Bashas.  Come home to make some hot dogs for dinner, and our friend D showed up, so had him for dinner, then both me and Gigantor kept falling asleep on the couch, so D left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went to bed we caught a 2nd wind and was up till like 2 in the morning.  uggghhh.  Got up at 7 and went to breakfast with Captain Daddy, had a nice time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and cleaned the rest of the living room and got all my christmas decorations up.  Gigantor ran back to the store, and I made out bills.  Then Big J's mom came over and we played in my makeup, so she could find the type she wanted/needed from avon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made out a few cards, and Gigantor grilled some steaks.  We ate dinner and watched the wonderfully boring as stinky ass movie Cyclops.  hahahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just waiting for the kid to shower and dogs to eat, I think I'm going to bed early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great weekend.  And have a good Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-8383790301712563603?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/8383790301712563603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=8383790301712563603' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8383790301712563603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8383790301712563603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-tornado.html' title='December Tornado'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STyXaDkErBI/AAAAAAAAAuU/__MUjkwrQBw/s72-c/cat+lift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5615865995343011308</id><published>2008-12-04T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:27:40.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awards!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STg7bOnYOhI/AAAAAAAAAuE/MS5-5qZJRk0/s1600-h/happy+feet+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STg7bOnYOhI/AAAAAAAAAuE/MS5-5qZJRk0/s320/happy+feet+award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276032302430304786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Lookie what I got, lookie lookie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda gave me an award.  Apparently she gave it to me a long time ago, but I missed it.  hehehehehe  I'm not sure if I'm supposed to pass it on or not, but I think you all make me happy enough to piddle.  So you must give me happy feet.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news why do my rat dog and cat have to torment each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got Foxy, the cat was not happy, not at all.  They have had a hate hate relationship ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't attack each other cuz they know I will beat their butts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cat will be up on the couch with me.  The big three cushioned couch, that has plenty of room.  And Foxy has to jump up and lay right on top of him.  Sit on him, and tramp all over him.  I spank her and throw him down, but by that time the cat got pissed and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Foxy will be in under the comforter on the bed (one of her favorite places to sleep) and the cat will jump on the bed, sniff all over it till he finds her, and stand right on top of her.  She starts growling and wiggling, and he just stands there with all his weight.  I spank him and throw him down, but by that time the dog has jumped down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....that must be what it's like to have multiple children huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well before I leave you, one last question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever had a sharp fart??? You know the one's that feel like it has spikes on it, hurts your bungholio??  Gigantor says they are farts with corners.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Okay now that I got that visual in your head I will leave you all for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't deny it, we all fart, it's a fact and I know you probably have had a spikey one at some time in your life.  Makes me laughing thinking of everyone who will deny it.  hahahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay have a good Thursday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5615865995343011308?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5615865995343011308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5615865995343011308' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5615865995343011308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5615865995343011308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/awards.html' title='awards!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STg7bOnYOhI/AAAAAAAAAuE/MS5-5qZJRk0/s72-c/happy+feet+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1301355544827692734</id><published>2008-12-02T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:31:00.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Monkey Bread Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STVf-UmyA3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/jCxk9TwpSt4/s1600-h/cat+toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STVf-UmyA3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/jCxk9TwpSt4/s320/cat+toy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275228062822302578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Okay I had some of you ask what monkey bread was, and others wonder what the hell I was talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sorta set the stage here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Paula Deen doing a kids cooking show and they made Monkey bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 cans of canned buscuits, cut them in half roll them into balls&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar and 2 tablespoons cinnamon mixed put on a plate.  Roll balls around in the mixture till coated.&lt;br /&gt;Drop balls down into a greased bundt pan&lt;br /&gt;On stove melt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup butter and 1 cup brown sugar.  Let boil for one minute, pour all over top of buscuit balls. &lt;br /&gt;Cook in 350 degree oven for 35 minutes.  Let cool 10 minutes, then invert onto plate, and eat warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty easy right??? RIGHT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well unless you are a dumb ass dork like me.  First, I thought I had one of those regular old metal bundt pans.  Ummmm wrong!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I had was a ceramic bundt pan.  A ceramic one that is only about half the height of the metal one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that make me think twice about how much shit I crammed in it??? Well it should have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I stop to think about how much canned biscuits increase in size??  Well I should have!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I proceed to squish the 4 cans of canned biscuits in this much to short bundt pan.  Maybe I should have actually thought twice that they were up to the tippy top of the pan before baking.  Ummm but no, that would take some brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have thought twice when all the yummy brown sugar/butter mixture was having a hard time pouring on the top cuz it was so full.  Well I didn't. What I did was use a steak knife to squish biscuits out of the way, so the yummy mixture could soak all the way to the bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very pleased and proud of myself we stuck the concoction in the oven.  Thank god for some reason Gigantor decided it would be a good idea to put the bundt pan on top of a cookie sheet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes, timmer goes DING!!!  Open the oven and we all say.  OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm well all the biscuits had majorly expanded in size (like they are supposed too)  And remember I had them crammed to the tippy top.  They were all still stuck together, but this monkey bread thing looked like it had tenticles.  They were stretching out all over the place.  It had risen a good 4 inches up above the pan and stretched out reaching for salvation in all dirrections.  And all the one's that were on the "outside" of the pan were hard.  They were monkey bread rocks.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor pulls it out of the oven, him and kiddo look at me.  I shrug and go.....oooops.  lmao  it was so funny.  We really should have remembered to get a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we took a machete and hacked off the tenticles, and threw them at our enemies.  then we inverted it on a plate, and the part that was in the pan was perfect.  Oooey and goooey and hot and sticky.  It's an amazing cinnamon sticky bun experience.  You just pull it apart and eat.  And that's what we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned.  Unless I get a big metal bundt pan, I will only be using 2 cans of canned biscuits in this one at a time.  hahahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good Tuesday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1301355544827692734?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1301355544827692734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1301355544827692734' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1301355544827692734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1301355544827692734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-monkey-bread-experiment.html' title='The Great Monkey Bread Experiment'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STVf-UmyA3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/jCxk9TwpSt4/s72-c/cat+toy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5427214318566217635</id><published>2008-11-30T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:56:14.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed you all!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STN6Qvcwm8I/AAAAAAAAAtc/xuejCMibpX0/s1600-h/cat+missed+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STN6Qvcwm8I/AAAAAAAAAtc/xuejCMibpX0/s320/cat+missed+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274694016614570946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you all for all your happy holiday wishes.  We had a very nice Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to clear some things up, some of you asked "WHAT THE HELL IS POOFOO??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's actually called Pink PooFoo (invented and named buy one of our gay friends whom is family) &lt;br /&gt;You take one tub of whip cream, put in one pack of cherry jello, stir till blended, put in one tub of cottage cheese, stir, then one can of drained pineapple chunks.  Mix well and chill.  It is so dam good, and we can't have one single holiday without it.  And we have tried all types of jello and fruit, and ick.  So we stick with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wed, Kiddo helped me do some cooking.  We made the stuffing, and pumpkin pies. We made some monkey bread, but my bundt pan is to small for 4 packs of biscuits, and it exploded all over. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday got up and cooked and made stuff, and had a friend M over for dinner (captain daddy had to work)  Then we played some Magic (card game) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we sorta slept in.  Gigantor ran down at 6 to walmart and got a couple movies for Kiddo and some jeans for him and kiddo (8 bucks a pair) and a present for me and daddy.  Then he came back home to bed.  Daddy came over and we had leftovers for lunch and watched a movie.  I got so tired I ended up getting sick that night.  I had to go right to bed, to keep from throwing up.  I get really upset to my stomach when I get over tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Gigantor got up and was gonna go to stores with Daddy, but daddy didn't show up.  Gigantor went down and daddy was to tired.  So...we had some lunch, watched a tape.  Then Kiddo and Gigantor got all the christmas stuff out of the shed, and we put the tree up.  No ornaments but the tree was up.  I started address my christmas cards.  Oh oh oh and if any of you want one from me, you better e-mail me your address.  hehehehehe I love sending cards and send tons of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I got up late, Gigantor was supposed to do some ordering online but didn't.  So...guess that's some stuff I'm not getting for christmas.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some lunch and I finished addressing cards while him and kiddo brought in ornaments and put them up.  We still need to finish a few shelves, then my living room will be completely hosed down with christmas.  hahahaha  We will probably do that this coming up weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...now I am writing a quick post, and gonna get back to reading and updating regular.  Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend, or regular weekend if you aren't in the states.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5427214318566217635?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5427214318566217635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5427214318566217635' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5427214318566217635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5427214318566217635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/missed-you-all.html' title='Missed you all!!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/STN6Qvcwm8I/AAAAAAAAAtc/xuejCMibpX0/s72-c/cat+missed+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5984804600608862279</id><published>2008-11-26T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:09:41.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU ALL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just wanted to wish you all a very happy thanksgiving.  If your not celebrating, I say WHY NOT??  Any excuse to have a turkey dinner with all the fixings.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cooking today, have the stuffing all done and in the fridge to rest, have the eggs boiled.  Need to peel then, grate carrots, make pumpkin pies, and make some monkey bread with the kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor just got off work and will be home in a minute.  He gets paid for a full day today, and tomorrow.  whooohoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our menu looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing&lt;br /&gt;Candied Yams&lt;br /&gt;Green Bean Casserole&lt;br /&gt;Poo Foo&lt;br /&gt;Carrot raisin salad&lt;br /&gt;Deviled eggs&lt;br /&gt;Cresents&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry sauce&lt;br /&gt;Gravy&lt;br /&gt;and Pumpkin Pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam I'm hungry.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the movie last night was beyond awesome.  Except the screaming teenage girls.  Edward walks onto the screen and we hear  AHHHHHHHHHHHH from the girls.  Every time it was a romantic moment they when AHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God if I had a daughter I would have smacked her ass right out of her seat.  grrrrrr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well again  HAPPY THANKSGIVING and I'll post probably after the weekend, bonus if before then.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;have a great one everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5984804600608862279?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5984804600608862279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5984804600608862279' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5984804600608862279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5984804600608862279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-you-all-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-7020518021825975054</id><published>2008-11-25T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:28:45.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniffle Snork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSwYi8p0ObI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ZUmJi1SxUss/s1600-h/penguin+muscles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSwYi8p0ObI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ZUmJi1SxUss/s320/penguin+muscles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272616252420143538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Look at that adorable penguin.  Cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a sneezing fit in the morning.  Now when I sneeze it's one or two times, then done.  I must have sneezed a good 10 or more times, one right after the other.  Then when I was done, I didn't feel so well.  Little stuffed up, little burning sinuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I was tired as hell, so I went and laid back down for a couple hours, but I ended up taking some cold medicine anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bad, but I think I'm gonna have to take some more today.  I'm all sorts of stuffed up.  But it doesn't feel like I'm sick, if you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we finished listening to the audio book of Twilight.  Gigantor and I read it quite a while back, but it's a bit to hard for Kiddo to read, so we checked out the audio book, and finished it last night, so we are gonna go to the movies tonight.  I'm so dang excited I could piddle.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy today, there is supposed to be a huge storm front head through Arizona.  We are supposed to get rain and snow in the state starting tonight and tomorrow and lasting through Saturday.  It really hasn't felt much like fall at all, and now it's gonna hit us in one giant swoop. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gonna go make me something to eat (probably popcorn) and drink some coffee and try to warm up.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-7020518021825975054?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/7020518021825975054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=7020518021825975054' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7020518021825975054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7020518021825975054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/sniffle-snork.html' title='Sniffle Snork'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSwYi8p0ObI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ZUmJi1SxUss/s72-c/penguin+muscles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5309725604041130585</id><published>2008-11-23T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:24:26.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend shudders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSo5TXh7HLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/LmiCIIwXYxY/s1600-h/cat+giddieup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSo5TXh7HLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/LmiCIIwXYxY/s320/cat+giddieup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272089318687186098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow what a busy weekend.  I won't break down everything.  But I'll recap.&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned some, wrote out lists, wrote out half the bills, got avon in and wrote it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned a bit more, had lunch, delivered avon and books, went to walmart to do part of the holiday shopping, got home about 6:30 had some dinner and died, were so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo and Gigantor went to Bashas to finish the shopping, did tons of laundry, did the rest of bills, made some lunch, watched a dvd, finished the cleaning, tons more laundry,made a nice dinner.  Time for bed.  uggghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoOOO but tonight....Kiddo went in to take a shower and found &lt;a href="http://www.surviveoutdoors.com/reference/spiders/brown_recluse.asp"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily he called Gigantor in.  Now it was closer to the one at the bottom of the 4 pictures.  Gigantor says it was a bit bigger than that though.  OMG  that is so scary.  Have you read up on them or seen the damage they can do?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be shudder shaking all night long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on a side note, I think the vortex bra is kicking back in.  I found crumbs and a tic tac in there today.  It's probably been 2 years or more since this house has seen a tic tac.  hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay hope you all had a good weekend and have a great Monday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5309725604041130585?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5309725604041130585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5309725604041130585' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5309725604041130585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5309725604041130585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-shudders.html' title='Weekend shudders'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSo5TXh7HLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/LmiCIIwXYxY/s72-c/cat+giddieup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-6631040232782466919</id><published>2008-11-21T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:22:49.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSdcdft_D2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/-I0yFXJ5w5A/s1600-h/dragon+gold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSdcdft_D2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/-I0yFXJ5w5A/s320/dragon+gold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271283550660792162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes Gigantor did succeed in ticking me off yesterday.  But good news is Kiddo got his work done and got it caught up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very busy day.  Gigantor got up with the kid, and made sure he ate well, and took him and Big J to school.  I slept in a bit.  Then Gigantor went out to his old work, to pick up a check stub for a few bucks (last few days he worked there)  And he went and got dry dog food from the feed store.  He then went and checked a couple shops.  We were looking for the HALO  games, cuz we got Kiddo an X box 360 for christmas.  He has a playstation 2, but I think it's time to get him another one.  And he has really really wanted the Halo games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow Gigantor came home and I got up and started folding clothes while he made us some oatmeal.  We ate then got to work.  I came out making the list for shopping for Thanksgiving.  Then I went through three advertisements, looking for which place had the best sales.  After that was done I started on bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on Gigantor's ass about cleaning some counters and stuff.  We are cleaning house this weekend, for Thanksgiving, and so I can get my Christmas stuff up next weekend.  He kept stopping and not doing anything, so I had to be this aweful dictator.  grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to break for lunch at about 2.  And Captain Daddy showed up the minute we started eating.  I hate it when he does that.  grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't get some lego's ordered, so asked me to do it online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Gigantor left and went to pick up the boots that work was buying him for work.  16o dollar boots.  Holy crap!!!!  Then he went to this place called Double Play (used game store)  found the first Halo game so got it.  Then to True Value to make a payment (we have been charging on his parents account and paying it off)  Then to the post office, then to go pick up my avon order that came in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home and Daddy left.  And I got busy and got my avon done.  Gigantor did finish all the counters and we worked on the table.  We just need to pick up the floor and sweep and mop, then we can move on to the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's almost 6:30 at night and Gigantor and Kiddo went to workout at the Sparing Center.  And I'm fricken hungry from all the work we did, but will wait for dinner till they get done.  Proably just have him pick up a couple burgers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heating a few Hot Tamale candies to tide me over.  hehehehee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to go read blogs or something.  I hope you all have a great weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked the dragon picture I put up.  I just love me some dragons.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-6631040232782466919?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/6631040232782466919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=6631040232782466919' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6631040232782466919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6631040232782466919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-day.html' title='What a day!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSdcdft_D2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/-I0yFXJ5w5A/s72-c/dragon+gold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3320540865281449623</id><published>2008-11-19T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:12:38.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys still suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SST9quIR_0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/5HEs-dNkWeI/s1600-h/dog+wherewolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SST9quIR_0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/5HEs-dNkWeI/s320/dog+wherewolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616374309420866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Man, men are in the shit hole this week I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on my son's science experiment.  It's titled THE MEAT TORTURE EXPERIMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took 4 clear containers, and did this&lt;br /&gt;cup1 put 1/3 cup water and two teaspoons salt in it&lt;br /&gt;cup 2  1/3 cup cold coffee&lt;br /&gt;cup 3  1/3 cup vinegar&lt;br /&gt;cup 4  1/3 cup coca cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he put in a chunk of deer stew meat and we put lids on them.  Each day we get them off the shelf and open then and he documents any changes.  It actually is pretty neat so far.  I'm just glad I talked him out of doing one of the cups with milk.  Oh yeah I wanna open milk and red meat after a week.  Ummm NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got an e-mail from his language arts teacher.  I saw on the internet sight that he had an F in there, and I told him he better fix it.  He told me he was missing a couple assignments and was gonna fix it.  Any how...she e-mailed me.  He is actually missing 8 assignments.  That he was given time in class to do, and never did.  She also told him to do the final draft of two yup TWO essays here at home on his voice writing program.  She told him over a week ago about all of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has he brought anything home??  NO&lt;br /&gt;Has he tried to get caught up at all??  HELL NO&lt;br /&gt;Was he in some of the biggest trouble of his young life??  YOU BET YOUR RUBY RED HAIRY ASS HE WAS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...he did get one essay done tonight, he just needs to check a flash drive out from the school and bring it home and load it.  He swears he turned in the other essay.  Swears it.  I told him to fix it tomorrow.  And he is grounded till the 8 other assignments make it home and he gets them done.  When he gets grounded it's from friends and games.  video games, computer games the such...those are his love.  Then if he continues to piss me off, he gets grounded from T.V. and then his stereo gets taken away.  So far he's only ever gone without games for about a month and t.v. for just over a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his friend Big J... he's gone two months, no friends, no t.v., no games, no music, not able to come out of his room cept for dinner and school, and no toys, just a book is all.  I told kiddo if he didn't straighten up I could start punishing him that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he came to me at bed time and got a list of everything he has to get tomorrow.  I think it's gonna get done and in by monday at the latest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that's my boy issue for today.  Gigantor might give me one tomorrow.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Thursday everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3320540865281449623?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3320540865281449623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3320540865281449623' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3320540865281449623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3320540865281449623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/boys-still-suck.html' title='Boys still suck'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SST9quIR_0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/5HEs-dNkWeI/s72-c/dog+wherewolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-2425470917823029169</id><published>2008-11-18T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:55:48.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSNhxftdV4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/UKBO_iHeE1U/s1600-h/cat+taunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSNhxftdV4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/UKBO_iHeE1U/s320/cat+taunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270163491907262338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrrrr  boys suck.  That child of mine is gonna drive me to drink.  Fuck a duck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At parent teacher his science teacher said something about science experiments before Christmas.  So...I was thinking in December. But she said the paper work for it and "proposals" had to be done the month before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asking him every 3rd day for a week or so, and he kept saying, "I don't know anything about it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the past week I've been asking him every day about it, and he kept doing the "I dunno"  So I yelled at him hard yesterday, told him he better find the fuck out today or he was in big trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes home today and announces, that he needs to have a weeks worth of his experiment and his journal about it done, and we have to start tonight.  I'm like "what???!!!"  I go "when is it due"  he tells me it's due Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start screaming THAT'S NOT A WEEKS WORTH, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BEFORE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes, oh well we will have 4 days worth.  All not caring and all.  I was a bit ticked.  So...I sent Gigantor to the store to pick stuff up, and I made Kiddo go with him, he was pissed, but let me tell you I can be much more scarier than him when I'm pissed.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really really ticked about it, cuz Gigantor doesn't get his first paycheck for 4 weeks.  I can't pay bills the end of this month.  And we need to eat still.   And  AND!!!  They want 28 fricken bucks up front for us to go to the company christmas party.  I told Gigantor to march his happy ass in there and say  very loudly I CAN'T CUZ YOU ARE HOLDING MY PAYCHECK FOR FOUR MOTHER HUMPING WEEKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm also pissy at Gigantor.  I was complaining about how he always wants to go to sleep instead of get lucky at night.  He told me, you can wake me up anytime, I will never say no.  So...yeah I woke him up last night, and he got all pissy and told me to leave him alone so he could sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah I'm grumpy, but now that bastard isn't gonna get it for fricken ever!!!!!!!  I'm that pissy right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a better tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy science fairing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-2425470917823029169?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/2425470917823029169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=2425470917823029169' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2425470917823029169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2425470917823029169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/boys-suck.html' title='Boys suck'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSNhxftdV4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/UKBO_iHeE1U/s72-c/cat+taunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4929317084418279283</id><published>2008-11-17T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:42:36.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?? Huh?? who?? how??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSGpmY694vI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gZXKwSrAM8c/s1600-h/moose+cheeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSGpmY694vI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gZXKwSrAM8c/s320/moose+cheeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269679515990090482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh man what a weekend.  Some week we are gonna have a truly lazy weekend, not chalked full of shit to do.  hahaahahaha yeah right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take us a few weeks to get used to Gigantor being off three days.  Wow, it was weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday lets break down what both of us did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G--got up and got Kiddo up and made his lunch&lt;br /&gt;me--slept in&lt;br /&gt;G--played a half hour on computer&lt;br /&gt;me--still sleeping&lt;br /&gt;G--went to true value picked up some stuff he needed for the day&lt;br /&gt;me--zzzz&lt;br /&gt;G--went to napa to see if they knew what the noise his truck was making&lt;br /&gt;me--Zzzz&lt;br /&gt;G--went to B&amp;amp;B Repair to ask about the truck noise&lt;br /&gt;me--Snort...ZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;G--came in and woke me up nice by rubbing my leg (my legs hurt me all the time and if he rubs the lymphadema in the morning it is better all day)&lt;br /&gt;Me--blink blink&lt;br /&gt;G--Let me go get some breakfast/lunch whatever&lt;br /&gt;Me--got up went pee and got dressed&lt;br /&gt;G--went to jack in the box&lt;br /&gt;me--Put a tape in to watch&lt;br /&gt;G--came back sat on the bed with me and ate, we watched the tape. &lt;br /&gt;G--went outside to start putting slats on the fence&lt;br /&gt;me--dinked on the computer&lt;br /&gt;G--came in and fixed the crack in the bathtub, helped me hang up more of that upper case living stuff, rubbed my back.&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo came home from school&lt;br /&gt;Me--got some mail/packages ready to mail&lt;br /&gt;G--mailed them&lt;br /&gt;Then we made dinner and watched a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G--Got kiddo up and started working on the fence&lt;br /&gt;me--snoozing again&lt;br /&gt;G--came in and woke me up again.&lt;br /&gt;me-getting dressed and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Captain daddy shows up and since we aren't in the living room he's pissed the fuck off, so Gigantor has to chase him down outside.  Captain daddy saying some shit as we aren't even fucking up.  Gigantor saying "Bullshit we have been working on the fence all morning, and if we want to sleep in on our day off that's our fucking business"  Captain daddy stuttering then saying he will come in and say hi to everyone then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah that was tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain daddy came in and decided to make up for it, and bought us lunch.  We watched Kung fu Panda with him cuz he bought it.  Gigantor did a bit more fence work.  He got 5 and a half sections with all the slats up.  I think that's right about half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday he was a lazy lump.  He told me he was gonna do more fence work.  Then he ran down to walmart and grabbed some pants that Captain Daddy paid for.  Kiddo two pair and him two pair, then he came home and put the roast in the crock pot.  Then he did NOTHING.  He went and helped uncle for 15 minutes, but then nothing.  I asked him, I said " so you just sorta petered out or what?"  he just shrugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was way to weird for him to have three days in a row off.  He might have over done it, and had to rest a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't know if it will show up on the actual post, but this dam thing italisized the words, and no matter what I clicked on I could not get it to go back right, so we will see how it shows up when I post this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good weekend, and have an even better Monday.  hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4929317084418279283?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4929317084418279283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4929317084418279283' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4929317084418279283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4929317084418279283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-huh-who-how.html' title='What?? Huh?? who?? how??'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SSGpmY694vI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gZXKwSrAM8c/s72-c/moose+cheeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5249777323741200625</id><published>2008-11-14T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:00:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SR3jifp_TPI/AAAAAAAAArs/ba9RBVvvxfY/s1600-h/dog+pooh+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SR3jifp_TPI/AAAAAAAAArs/ba9RBVvvxfY/s320/dog+pooh+bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268617320846019826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;My friend Libby, gave me a letter to think up 10 things I love about it....She gave me the letter G.  so lets see if I can do it.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Number one would have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Gigantor ---  I love my Gigantor, he's the best giant in the whole world.  I may get mad at him sometimes, but he is one of the rare "good guys" out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Granola--I like granola bars, and I wish I could find loose granola to put on my yogurt and stuff, it's nummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Green-- I love the color green.  All shades of it.  Light to darkest, mixed with yellow or blue.  Love them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Grand Canyon--OoOO I love the grand canyon, I love living in the grand canyon state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Glen Canyon Dam--Where my dad and hubby both work.  It's pretty awesome, I used to go and walk through it at least once a week.  Now it's guided tours, and only once a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Grapes--I love grape soda, sorta like grape juice.  Sorta like grapes to eat, but love them in salads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Giggles--I love when my kid and other kids get the giggles, but a good old giggle fit myself does me wonders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Gizmo--I always wanted one for my very own.  I loved the Gremlins movie, and Gizmo is my favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Grease--I love the grease musicals.  Both of them.  But hell I love musicals in general, but both of those are pretty fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Ghost Hunters--that is like my favoritest show now a days.  Might be something different in a few years, but that's it for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's 10, I probably could have gone on with a few more.  Like Growth and Grief, yes even grief--without the steps of it, I wouldn't be able to function. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....thanks Libby, G is not easy, had to think about that one.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5249777323741200625?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5249777323741200625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5249777323741200625' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5249777323741200625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5249777323741200625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/letter-day.html' title='A letter day'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SR3jifp_TPI/AAAAAAAAArs/ba9RBVvvxfY/s72-c/dog+pooh+bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4829413725298048132</id><published>2008-11-12T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:44:15.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day....already???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRsEc9vJ6aI/AAAAAAAAArk/CHqyjHqvSDc/s1600-h/cat+superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRsEc9vJ6aI/AAAAAAAAArk/CHqyjHqvSDc/s320/cat+superman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267809084795120034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh man it's hard to believe it's Wednesday already.  It felt really weird, cuz Kiddo was off school past 4 days, and Gigantor was home yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's never had veterans day off.  EVER.  We got up and took him up to the park, so he could line up with the VFW for the parade.  He was color guard, so carried a gun on the right hand side of the american flag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was touching, cuz as the veterans came walking down the street, some lady started screaming thank you and thank you so much at them, then the whole crowd went wild, clapping and screaming thank you and god bless you.  It was very touching.  Brings tears to my eyes just thinking of it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every veterans day parade here we have a float that is dedicated to the Navajo Code Talkers.  Being that we live 1/2 mile from the reservation and this town is probably 50 to 60% navajo anyway.  Every year they would have a float, with some code talkers on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda sad, this year it was a float, with pictures of the code talkers and mostly their daughters holding up the pictures.  I'm really not sure if any are living anymore, but if they are, they sure are getting up there.  God bless all of them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy did up his truck and trailer with poster boards all over it.  On each one was the branch of service and name of anyone one in this community that has and still is serving for our country.  That was very very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade we got some lunch and watched a movie off the halmark channel, so we ended up crying.  uggghhh.  Then we went and delivered my avon and books and ran to the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor had a good time his first day of work on Monday.  He thinks he is going to like it there alot.  They told him if he is on time, works hard, does what he's supposed to (which is just how Gigantor is anyway)  That they could see him making 30 dollars or more an hour within 5 or 6 years.  OMG  that would be so dam nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was in the bathroom getting ready to get dressed, and kiddo was out here eating his cereal, when he comes in hollaring.  I CUT MYSELF, OH MY GOD I CUT MYSELF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like what?? How can you cut yourself eating cereal??  He shows me his hand and his finger is bleeding pretty dam bad.  We wash it out, and put pressure on it, and I couldn't find any dam fingertip band aids.  Come to think of it, I could barely find any band aids, so Gigantor was in trouble (it's his job to keep stock of that, him being the E.M.T. and all)  So...I end up putting medicine and a couple bandages on it, just to get it covered and hope they stay on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then go, how the hell could you cut yourself eating cereal?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my son has a habit of putting his hands between the cushions of the couch, and he said he did that and he found a knife.  I'm like  A KNIFE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me--like a kitchen knife from dinner last night (thinking Gigantor dropped his)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddo--No it's a camoflage knife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me--how the hell did a camo knife get in the couch?? Like a pocket knife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddo--no it's a big camo knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to think if Gigantor went hiking or anything with his bowie knife on him and it could have fallen.  I was fuming pissed.  I got kiddo to bring me the knife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be mad at Gigantor.  it's a very large, very sharp, marine corps pocket knife.  Which means it's my dads.  He sits in that spot and opens his packages that come in the mail.  This makes about the 4th time he has forgotten his knife is open and loses it.  He sets it on his lap while he's going through the packages.  Every other time, he has stood up and it's fallen on the floor, and he realizes he has forgotten it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little ticked it was in the couch and cut my son.  I'm even more worried, that he keeps forgetting stuff like that.  I don't even know how to approach him about all of this.  Stubborn old fool.  I'm gonna have to think a day or two on it, and try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam I was longwinded today.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4829413725298048132?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4829413725298048132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4829413725298048132' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4829413725298048132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4829413725298048132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/hump-dayalready.html' title='Hump Day....already???'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRsEc9vJ6aI/AAAAAAAAArk/CHqyjHqvSDc/s72-c/cat+superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4851838117428466165</id><published>2008-11-10T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:03:37.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday---What????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRiR0C_IJHI/AAAAAAAAArc/3XD0T6jHwAw/s1600-h/penguin+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRiR0C_IJHI/AAAAAAAAArc/3XD0T6jHwAw/s320/penguin+kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267120087550665842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;OMG  that picture cracks me the hell up.  Makes you wonder who threw the toy out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we had a busy weekend.  I got my avon in on Friday, so we did that all up and got it ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Gigantor got up and did some dishes, while I slept in a tiny bit.  I got up, and we went and got the nephew, and made some lunch.  We ate some lunch and watched a program we recorded.  Then we had to go...we went to the matinee.  Watched Madagascar 2.  Oh my gosh it was so dang funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went down to the grocery store and did a bit of shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and made biscuits and gravy for dinner and watched Journey to the Center of the Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a pretty good movie too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Gigantor and Kiddo and the Nephew went up to the middle school.   They played some wall ball.  Played with the Foxtail.  And played some football.  Came home and got me up, then Gigantor took nephew home and went to pick us up a bit of lunch.  Captain Daddy showed up and acted grumpy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch and Gigantor ran down to walmart cuz we were out of bird food, and running out of stuff for lunches.  Captain Daddy finally left.  And I got the house to warm and fell asleep on the couch.  Couldn't wake myself up for nothing.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor came home and should have woke me up, but he let me sleep.  I woke up and it was almost dinner time.  Gigantor was preping it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we watched Get Smart and Speed Racer with dinner.  Both of those were pretty good.  I like Speed Racer more than I thought I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now today.  Kiddo has today and tomorrow off of school.  So...Skinny K is over today playing with Kiddo.  Captain daddy showed up again.  And Gigantor is working on his first day at the Dam.  So far so good.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...I need another nap.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was a boring as hell weekend, so I'm gonna go finish being boring.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Veterans Day if I don't make it back on tomorrow!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4851838117428466165?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4851838117428466165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4851838117428466165' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4851838117428466165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4851838117428466165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-what.html' title='Monday---What????'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRiR0C_IJHI/AAAAAAAAArc/3XD0T6jHwAw/s72-c/penguin+kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3314607467419959265</id><published>2008-11-06T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:43:35.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Bull Sheeeee iiiiiiittttt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRO3o0SY2NI/AAAAAAAAAhI/uHvpYiMVoJU/s1600-h/dog+yall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRO3o0SY2NI/AAAAAAAAAhI/uHvpYiMVoJU/s320/dog+yall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265754301184661714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well I'm random today, so what else is new??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt feels a bit better.  Although last night in the dark, we are in bed, and gigantor grabs a flashlight, and rolls me on my side.  I say what the hell, and he told me he had to check my butt bruise.  So he checked it, then started poking the bruise.  The BRAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lost a netflix movie.  We got one last night, and have looked all over the house, and in all the trash cans, can not find the dam movie.  I'm so pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited with Captain Daddy today.  He gave me 50 bucks to get kiddo some pants, because. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a phone call from kiddo asking about pants, cuz apparently he ripped the crotch of the one's he was wearing.  He said not bad, so I made him suffer the day with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started reading Twilight to Kiddo before the movie comes out.  I read over 50 pages, and my throat hurt so bad.  So...today I had him and Gigantor go to the library and get it on audio book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the nephew is coming over to play then we are taking the boys to the matinee to see Madagascar 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo has a 4 day weekend.  They are off on Tuesday for veterans day, and the teachers are taking Monday as a rest day for them.  So....he gets Sat, Sun, Mon and Tues off.  That will be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor starts his new job on Monday.  whooooohooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to tear up more of this house looking for that dam movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Friday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3314607467419959265?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3314607467419959265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3314607467419959265' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3314607467419959265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3314607467419959265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-bull-sheeeee-iiiiiiittttt.html' title='Random Bull Sheeeee iiiiiiittttt'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRO3o0SY2NI/AAAAAAAAAhI/uHvpYiMVoJU/s72-c/dog+yall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1618090602097970085</id><published>2008-11-05T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:46:54.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ASS!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRHMDr-rE4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/d382JGJOJ4s/s1600-h/cat+woah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRHMDr-rE4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/d382JGJOJ4s/s320/cat+woah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265213803090088834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh my godddddddddddddd  my ass hurts!!!  It feels like a golf ball is stuck in my ass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me explain before you hork your coffee all over your computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband took me and Captain Daddy to vote yesterday.  When the dado unit goes, I end up sitting in the back.  Which is very uncomfortable for me.  Specially since my legs have been so sore and acting up lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use a cane going in and out of the house, cuz the husband hasn't built steps or a hand rail yet (they are bricks stacked up)  And I use it when I walk any kind of length, cuz I'm so unstable on my legs.  If it's a short walk, I just use hubby's arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I struggled to get in the back, and to get out.  Used the cane to go in and vote.  I was the first one done out of us three, and I went back outside.  Unlocked the suburban, put my cane in, sorta tossed it to the other side.  Grabbed hold of the "oh shit" bars, and helped myself up, and struggled to get in the back seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down, I guess the cane didn't make it over far enough, and I sat on the it.  On the top end of it, the curvy part, that was stuck up in the air.  Right on my right butt cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt really bad, brought tears to my eyes.  But it was okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night when I was sitting in the couch, it felt like when your couch breaks down and a piece of wood is poking you.  Well I was getting mad, cuz I've been yelling at the husband, son and his friends for flopping in that part of the couch, so I thought they broke my seat, ya know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I sat forward so I could get up and the pain was sharp.  I was like  "What the hell???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to bed it really hurt.  Had Gigantor look at my right butt cheek.  From sitting on that dam cane, I have a big old bruise, and it feels like I have a golf ball in my butt cheek.  Very uncomfortable to sit.  grrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...when I felt like some of us got screwed up the ass with some of the voting decisions (couple propositions here that were just assnine passed)  I didn't know I would really feel pain in my ass for a few days.  hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I hope you all have a better Wednesday.  Hope your asses aren't to sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1618090602097970085?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1618090602097970085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1618090602097970085' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1618090602097970085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1618090602097970085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-ass.html' title='My ASS!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SRHMDr-rE4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/d382JGJOJ4s/s72-c/cat+woah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-7366722373942423159</id><published>2008-11-04T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:59:29.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay quick note all...  If you live in America go VOTE!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go do it now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think any of us have a right to bitch unless we used our rights and vote!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna get political, I do hope my candidate wins, as I'm sure all you do.  I hope the props I'm voting for and against go through the right way.  But I am voting!!!  As should you all!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for today, see told you quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Tuesday everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-7366722373942423159?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/7366722373942423159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=7366722373942423159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7366722373942423159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7366722373942423159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4313825544013619632</id><published>2008-11-02T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:05:18.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Photo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well we had a blast on halloween.  We  went to my aunt and uncles and Kiddo got done up in a very scary mask, with black clothes and gloves on.  He scared the crap out of a bunch of kids, and even a few adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him he couldn't scare the real tiny kids, so he was doing funny dances and pretending to be scared of princesses.  But his mask was just so freaky it didn't matter, he scared the beejeebees out of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor and the uncle strung up a rubber spider in the tree.  In the part that was right over the sidewalk, then they ran fishing line to the chair where uncle could control it.  As people walked and were looking at kiddo a bit scared, he was dropping the spider on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG it was the funniest thing.  The adults were more scared of the spider than the kids.  We had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aunt had made up about 30 elk taco's.  homemade taco shells and all, and she made some home made spanish rice and home made salsa.  After we were all done laughing our butts off, we ate and ate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually Halloween is the turning point here, and it's dang cold, but it was warm, I wore a t-shirt and didn't even need a coat.  Kiddo was hot in his costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to update you all on the weekend next post, this one is gonna be long enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51wTNqkVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Hw4ModVrDgg/s1600-h/IM000963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51wTNqkVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Hw4ModVrDgg/s320/IM000963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264274487094448466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting Kiddo ready.  You can see my arm and one of the bowls of candy.  He looked so dang scary and my kid really isn't like that. It was fun though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51cLC2_GI/AAAAAAAAAgo/DadIcrcXK4Y/s1600-h/IM000968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51cLC2_GI/AAAAAAAAAgo/DadIcrcXK4Y/s320/IM000968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264274141304257634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were armed with both of these bowls heaping full, had another bowl inside, and about 8 more bags of candy.  Usually there on elm street, there are so many kids you can't keep enough candy, but this year it was really slow.  I got to where I was handing out big handfulls of the stuff towards the end.  And we still have a few bags left over.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51b4bVq9I/AAAAAAAAAgg/76W173b-EgM/s1600-h/IM000966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51b4bVq9I/AAAAAAAAAgg/76W173b-EgM/s320/IM000966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264274136306658258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiddo did alot of leaning against the tree like this.  Lots of people didn't know if he was real or not.  Some police, the ambulance, and other locals drove by and gave him a double and tripple take.  I've never seen another mask like this one out there, he sure was creepy looking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51bYrW5AI/AAAAAAAAAgY/oPxqlEhcuCI/s1600-h/IM000972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51bYrW5AI/AAAAAAAAAgY/oPxqlEhcuCI/s320/IM000972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264274127783912450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seee!!! The cute little pink puppy would not take her eyes off Kiddo, she knew he was gonna eat her up if she did.  We had a hard time getting her to come closer and get her candy, she was scared of him.  It was adorable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51aV-FIKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wAMqa9VJxME/s1600-h/IM000973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51aV-FIKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wAMqa9VJxME/s320/IM000973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264274109877264546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiddo was laying down next to the tree, and that mom was trying to get her kids to touch him.  (there was 3 moms, three dads, and about 7 kids in that group)  Well the mom kept trying and kept trying and her kids were refusing.  So...the mom goes, look I will touch him and he won't move cuz he's a statue.  (she wanted kiddo to play along so he could scare the kids when they touched him)  But she gets close, kneels down and touches him, and Kiddo throws his arms in her face like to grab her and screams RAAAARRRR.  OMG  that mom jumped so hard, everyone laughed so loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture she was helping kiddo up, she wanted a picture of her and the kids with him.  So...they line up for picture and Kiddo is giving her bunny ears.  It was so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were walking away, uncle dropped the spider in that mom's face, and she screamed like a little girl.  We laughed and laughed, it was great.  Her husband probably laughed the loudest.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good Halloween.  I'm gonna go shower and go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4313825544013619632?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4313825544013619632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4313825544013619632' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4313825544013619632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4313825544013619632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-photos.html' title='Halloween Photo&apos;s'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQ51wTNqkVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Hw4ModVrDgg/s72-c/IM000963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3526160656548267857</id><published>2008-10-31T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:17:33.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQsuCViycbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/SChiDlxWfTQ/s1600-h/witch+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQsuCViycbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/SChiDlxWfTQ/s320/witch+moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263351207190229426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A very Happy Halloween to you all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a fun day.  I love seeing the kids in their costumes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we aren't going trick or treating.  Kiddo thinks he's to old for it.  Instead we are going to my aunt and uncles.  We don't get any kids over where we live.  They live on Elm Street which is swamped each year.  So...Kiddo wanted to dress up scary and pass out candy.  That's what we are going to do over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought I would buy us and aunt and uncle dinner, seeing as they were letting us hijack their house.  But uncle said he was going to make some elk taco's.  whooohoooo bonus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is filled with balloons this morning.  It's the balloon regatta this weekend.  Tomorrow I'm sure Gigantor and Kiddo are going to go out early and help people with their launches.  They have done that before and ended up getting free rides.  It's pretty cool, and they have tons of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the street fair starts at 4 tomorrow afternoon.  I'm hoping Big Johns Texas BBQ booth is up here.  He smokes all his meat, it's soooo yummie.  And at about 6, they close down main street and let the balloon people come set up.  Right at about dark they start blowing up their balloons, and till 9 they do the "balloon glow" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can walk up and down main street and talk to them.  They let kids climb in the baskets, and pull the fire thingie, some of them have trading cards.  Just a fun time all around.  After the glow is over it's like freezing out.  You wouldn't think so much of it, but with the glow, all that gas/fire going off, the entire main street gets warmed up.  Then they stop and the cold bites right into you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow that is our plans for tonight and tomorrow.  Oh and I can't forget to record all night on Sci Fi channel.  Ghost Hunters halloween special is on.  whoooohooooo I love the ghost hunters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow....have a wonderful and safe Halloween, and have  a good weekend everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3526160656548267857?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3526160656548267857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3526160656548267857' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3526160656548267857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3526160656548267857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQsuCViycbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/SChiDlxWfTQ/s72-c/witch+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3413258376302548056</id><published>2008-10-29T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:40:04.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpity Hump Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQjH_lYzbEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/hGNeyIRFW0I/s1600-h/nov+nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQjH_lYzbEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/hGNeyIRFW0I/s320/nov+nails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262676059764255810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I know this picture isn't this good, but I got my nails done today.  Thanksgiving nails.  They are goldish, maroon, and dark green all metallic looking.  Some are in criss crosses, some done as leaves and a couple flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has been going on.  Nobody has been doing anything aweful to the kid.  Gigantor has been fine at work and with his co workers.  I've not done anything but go get my nails done.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....I'll leave you with a halloween goodie, and a yummie meatloaf recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the snarkiest skeleton that cuts you down, it's so dang funny.  Go &lt;a href="http://www.dedge.com/flash/hangman/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for halloween fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've made twice now this yummy bbq meatloaf.  Try it it's good, it's even better in sandwiches a day or two later. hehehhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2lb ground beef or turkey&lt;br /&gt;1 cup favorite bbq sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 onion finely diced&lt;br /&gt;1 red (or yellow or orange) bell pepper finely diced&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic finely diced&lt;br /&gt;1 to 2 tables spoons warchester sauce (however you spell it)&lt;br /&gt;1 large egg&lt;br /&gt;2 cups bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;favorite seasonings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute up onion and pepper and garlic and set aside to cool a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bowl mix bbq sauce, Warchester sauce, egg, and seasonings.  When well mixed add onion mixture and stir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another bowl have ground burger ready and add bbq mix on top, stir with hands.  Add in bread crumbs one cup at a time, to get  the texture you desire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form in loaf on baking sheet, or press into a pyrex baking dish (that's how we do it, we don't do it loaf shaped)  Put in 350 degree oven for about an hour.  10 minutes from being done, but a little bit of bbq sauce on the top for a glaze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so dang good people, and my son who REFUSES to eat those type of veggies, just loves it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo....go...enjoy your Wednesday!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3413258376302548056?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3413258376302548056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3413258376302548056' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3413258376302548056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3413258376302548056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/humpity-hump-day.html' title='Humpity Hump Day'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQjH_lYzbEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/hGNeyIRFW0I/s72-c/nov+nails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-6647739357786155430</id><published>2008-10-27T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:46:17.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday *insert groan here*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQXfnSYBL7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/0h3UHxfkN3U/s1600-h/cat+shock+and+awww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQXfnSYBL7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/0h3UHxfkN3U/s320/cat+shock+and+awww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261857605692764082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well....thank god we weren't as busy on Sunday as Saturday.  We put a movie in Saturday night, at bedtime.  Thought we would watch about a half hour of it, turn it off and go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup....we watched the entire 2 1/2 hour movie.  hahahaahaha  We then slept in a bit.  Gigantor slept till 10:30  I couldn't believe it.  In the 15 1/2  years being married to him, I think he's slept that late once and it's cuz we got home from the hospital at 5 in the morning after being up all night with our son.  So, yeah that was bizare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he has been hurting (hurt his leg) and so tired, I just let him sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up a couple things, went to the store, and watched a tape we recorded and a movie with dinner.  We were lazy for the day.  He deserved it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting till the end of the day to see what happened with that kid at school.  I was told if he had another strike against him he was going to the "trailers" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain that.  There are some moveable "trailers" out behind the middle school and high school.  They are the worst of the worst disciplinary cases.  I mean you have to screw up bad and alot of it to go there.  What happens is you are UN ENROLLED from middle school.  And re enrolled in a disiplinary kind of school (still through the public school disctrict)  But you have an entire different file, and I think the police dept is informed on who is in them and the parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have specific teachers and counselors, and CPS is called in.  It's like one step above a juvenile detention place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told if this kid had one more referal he was going into the "trailers".  Can you imagine screwing up so bad in less than the first 9 weeks of school??  And you know his parents have been notified over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Gigantor that I didn't get that shit, because if I was called once, let alone twice....My kid would be so punished and not able to sit for a very long time.  And he WOULD straighten his shit up.  But it's apparent some of today's parents don't give a shit, might even be proud to have a "bad" kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...just waiting till the end of the day to find out if he was sent there or not.  I do know that Kiddo seemed "lighter" after talking to us and his teachers about it.  I hope it helped him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty I'm off to read you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday *insert groan here*  everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-6647739357786155430?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/6647739357786155430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=6647739357786155430' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6647739357786155430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6647739357786155430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-insert-groan-here.html' title='Monday *insert groan here*'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQXfnSYBL7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/0h3UHxfkN3U/s72-c/cat+shock+and+awww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-7682691624304756587</id><published>2008-10-25T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:20:19.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQPtVqd-MVI/AAAAAAAAAew/a2Mno_FcXwI/s1600-h/firefox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQPtVqd-MVI/AAAAAAAAAew/a2Mno_FcXwI/s320/firefox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261309746131906898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man I am tired today.  We have had a very busy few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to parent teacher conferences on Thursday.  Kiddo is doing really well.  Except every single teacher said the same thing, in the past couple weeks, his grades have dropped and he comes to class very withdrawn and trying to make himself as small as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a big red flag, so we all decided that something has to be bugging him, and making him act that way.  Upon questioning later he finally told us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is a kid at school, that keeps calling him, please god excuse my language, calling him a "faggot" a "effing N*gg*r"  And then this kid is going around calling his friends and family "Effing Jews" "Useless Jews" "Disgusting Jews" and they all should be dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if anyone knows my kid they know how sensitive he is, and he hates when someone does that not only to him but to others he loves or likes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a talk with the school.  I mean kids can find the "N" word anywhere, but to talk that kind of hate about a religion (which we aren't even jewish) that is a taught kind of hate, and a not right kind of thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that was the end of our week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor did end up working today, to make life easier on a bunch of his coworkers that the boss was punishing because he wouldn't work.  He came home and we were going out to do all we planned.  When the "boss" tracked him down made him go back out for about an hour.  We were in the dam suburban so ended up sitting and waiting for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we delivered some avon, went up to the fall festival and got funnel cakes, cotton candy for the kid, and cinnamon roasted pecans, cashews and almonds.  We went a few more places delivering avon books, and were supposed to go to two grocery stores.  But we were so dam tired and it was almost 5 in the evening, we scrubbed it and came home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate one piece of chicken, we were to dam full from the funnel cakes.  And we fell asleep on the couch.  Now I'm up dinking around till I can get the kid to sleep.  I guess we are going grocery shopping tomorrow.  ugggghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I'm gonna go have a cup of hot tea and go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good rest of the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-7682691624304756587?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/7682691624304756587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=7682691624304756587' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7682691624304756587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/7682691624304756587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-im-tired.html' title='Man I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SQPtVqd-MVI/AAAAAAAAAew/a2Mno_FcXwI/s72-c/firefox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4887206461893291849</id><published>2008-10-22T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:45:09.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SP-NjZpE_DI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Lsz7u1Io2bg/s1600-h/dog+grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SP-NjZpE_DI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Lsz7u1Io2bg/s320/dog+grandpa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260078529110146098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My post has no theme today, just thoughts, and little goings on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that picture, to cute, looks like he ate a lemon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent teacher conferences tomorrow, Gigantor took the day off.  That will be good, get it all done and out of the way.  Kiddo has a half day, then Conferences are 1 till 4 in the gym.  They set up tables with the teachers names above them and you walk around and sit at each one and talk to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a little sick, not as bad as Gigantor, but I had nausea and bad stomach cramps on Monday night and Tuesday day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor almost came to blows with his supervisor.  His supervisor called on the day he was sick, and said, well since you didn't come to work, you have to work the weekend.  Gigantor got back on Tuesday and asked him why, he said because other people would have to many hours.  So....Gigantor went and looked at who was scheduled for the weekend.  Guess who it was??? Yup the supervisor, that is salary so it doesn't matter what hours he works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Gigantor confronted him, it got down to how in almost 3 years, this is the 2nd sick day Gigantor has every taken, and in 3 years, Gigantor has never told the boss no on any weekend.  Even if we have plans, he makes me change them and he works.  Well not this time.  We have lots of plans, and Gigantor only has two weeks left there.  So...him and the supervisor were yelling at each other, and the supervisor said he didn't care about Gigantor's plans they could fucking wait.  His exact words.  Which triggered my gentle giants temper.  Not a good thing.  Not at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came down to Gigantor backing down the supervisor, and everyone watching.  The supervisor ran in the big bosses office.  (whom Gigantor had already talked too)  And came out, stomped over to Gigantor and told him some other guy was gonna work the weekend.  hahahahaha  I love that my honey finally stood up to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand why he didn't all the rest the time, I mean he has this amazing work ethic and will do almost anything you ask of him.  But with only two weeks left he was tired of being taken advantage of.  And the two things that made him really not back down.  Is when the supervisor said "your plans can fucking wait"  and he said "You won't have to work weekends in your new job so least you can do is work this one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm yeah that pissed a giant off.  Considering that when hired my giant was told he would only have to work one weekend a month, and for almost three years we were lucky if he got even one weekend off a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man we have been the house of burnt food lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That new oven/stove I got for my birthday, we had to learn that anything that cooks inside it has to be set 25 degree's higher and go for the cooktime.  But stuff on the stove top have to be much lower and less time.  Been taking us a while.  Lots of burn grilled cheese and pancakes and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the new microwave, I guess they cook hotter, cuz I keep burning the popcorn, the pot pies, exploding hot dogs.  Man....I hope I get them all figured out by Thanksgiving, cuz I love to cook for holidays, and I cook a ton, and not to be over braggy but I'm dam good at it.  hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I guess last random thing, a while back I said I would give you the cheesey chicken recipe, and then I promply forgot.  Well let me give it to you now, cuz it's easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesey Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boneless skinless chicken breast and or thighs&lt;br /&gt;favorite seasoning&lt;br /&gt;two cans cheddar cheese soup&lt;br /&gt;one can broccoli cheese soup&lt;br /&gt;one can milk&lt;br /&gt;(fresh onion or broccoli if you want but not necessary) &lt;br /&gt;Any kind of pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bowl mix the soups, seasonings, and milk, whisk well till blended.  (add broccoli and onions if your doing that)&lt;br /&gt;Put chicken in a baking dish, pour soup mixture over chicken.  Cover and cook at 350 for at least 1 hour.  If you uncover, make sure you put a cookie sheet under it cuz it will bubble over. &lt;br /&gt;Make pasta, serve chicken and sauce over pasta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go, easy peasy, and my kid loves it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to do god only knows what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Wednesday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4887206461893291849?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4887206461893291849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4887206461893291849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4887206461893291849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4887206461893291849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-theme.html' title='No Theme'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SP-NjZpE_DI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Lsz7u1Io2bg/s72-c/dog+grandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-2656087791030016510</id><published>2008-10-19T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:04:01.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of Massive Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SPwdGklRxQI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_zAbpL99-v4/s1600-h/cat+barfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SPwdGklRxQI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_zAbpL99-v4/s320/cat+barfs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259110463598347522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Oh my gosh we are exhausted this weekend.  Friday, Kiddo had to be up to the high school at 4:30.  His drum line was going to play in the football games half time.  Gigantor went, and took video for me.  It was 4:30 till 9, and I just can't do that much walking or standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Gigantor got up at 7 and went outside and started working on that fence.  Kiddo went out and helped him.  About 8, Big J, (kiddo's friend) came over to help.  And another friend of Gigantors came over for about an hour.  At about noon Big J's dad came over and helped them.  They got all the holes dug, and posts set in with cement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he hobbled in it was a bit after 4.  He had been working non stop with just a 20 minute break for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then reminded him we had to get our flu shots before the clinic closed, and he was supposed to go help with the V.F.W.  thingie for an hour or so, and their thing was over at 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran up to the clinic, thought it wouldn't take long.  Took till 4:55 to get our shots.  We went zooming down to Walmart to help the V.F.W.  And all we could really do is help them pack up, drive home and help unload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then delivered some avon stuff, forgot to get the mail, came home and realized it was after 7 and we hadn't had dinner yet.  Made some dinner, and felt just so exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor and Kiddo got up about 7 again, but didn't go outside till 8.  Big J and his dad said they would come over and help today, but they never showed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor came in a couple times looking bad, said his breakfast was just sitting on the bottom of his stomach in a knot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and Kiddo got all the cross slats up, just need to put the main slats on now.  But they came in at about 4 again.  I went to the back bathroom, and Kiddo ran back to tell me that "dad was throwing up" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fricken great.  Whenever anyone gets sick like that in this house, I hose it down with lysol, make everyone wash hands a million times, don't let anyone touch each other, and I still get the crap.  I throw up so violently it scares everyone, and I really really don't want to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...he says he feels a bit better, and we sit down to dinner.  Kiddo and I had roast, and Gigantor had soup.  About 1/3 of the way through his soup he pushed it away and fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left him to sleep, cuz he looked like it was what he needed, so I started thinking maybe he just got to exhausted and felt sick from it.  But then he got up and he's been sick a few more times.  So...ummm yeah I'm probably gonna get it.  I'm really not happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's pretty sick, because he called his boss to say he wasn't coming in tomorrow.  Gigantor has done that once in over 2 years being there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...ummm yeah that is our weekend breakdown.  Pray I don't get it, it's so scary.  ahhhhhhhhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay have a good Monday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-2656087791030016510?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/2656087791030016510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=2656087791030016510' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2656087791030016510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2656087791030016510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-of-massive-exhaustion.html' title='Weekend of Massive Exhaustion'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SPwdGklRxQI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_zAbpL99-v4/s72-c/cat+barfs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-6739604357304863340</id><published>2008-10-15T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:40:49.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUNNY BUTTS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SPZQSx4542I/AAAAAAAAAeA/EWPWYuGqkMs/s1600-h/bunny+landing+strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SPZQSx4542I/AAAAAAAAAeA/EWPWYuGqkMs/s320/bunny+landing+strip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257477898561512290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't ya just love cute, fuzzy, fluffy bunny butts???  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my dad's pet name for my son.  Bunny Butt.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gonna talk about my dog today.  I didn't post about this earlier, it happened back when I was sick a few weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little issue with my pointer mix.  My 13 year old dog.  My old man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster, he has had two surgeries on his back legs, so walks very stiff, he's losing teeth, he's going blind, and his ummm what's it called?  The flap that closes off his air way or esophagus, well that flap isn't closing all the way anymore.  So...he aspirates water sometimes, and we have to beat his lungs, and it makes him short of breath so he pants alot, and does get over heated easy.  But as long as he's not in pain and can eat and walk, then he is gonna stick around.  Yes we have to give him lots of meds, pain meds and joint meds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...back when I was getting over being sick.  I was sitting on the couch in here in the living room.  I heard Buster get up in the bedroom.  Heard his  collar, and him shake his head.  Then I heard FWUMP.    I thought to myself that one of the baskets of laundry fell over.  (I had about 6 piled up in a pile in there, haven't folded since I was sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for a minute or two and didn't hear the dog.  I called him, didn't hear him.  I thought, man maybe the basket fell over and trapped him in there, but I should hear him moving around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hollared "BUSTER YOU OKAY??"  And I lean forward.  I see my dog, collapsed, on his side, he had pee'd all over, and wasn't moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he had fricken dropped dead.  I get massive adrenaline rush and I look closer and see his side moving up and down, but he is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call Gigantor screaming at him to get home, the dog collapsed and peed all over himself.  I'm no where near strong enough to lift this dog, and with my leg/health issues, I couldn't even get on my knees by him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I go rushing in there anyway, calling his name.  He lifts his head, rather confused, and looks at me like "what??"  I go.  "omg are you okay baby??"  I asked him if he could get up, and he still looks confused.  He finally stood up, walked into the living room and layed down on the dog bed in there.  I follow him, crying.  Cuz it upset me so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor gets home like 5 seconds later, and Buster gets up and greets him, and walks outside for a few, then back inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset, and confused for a minute.  All we could figure out was he had either a heart attack or a seizure.  We thought stroke, but the heart attack or seizure would make him pee all over like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a weekend.  Gigantor wanted to call the vet, which this vet here (the only one)  Charges so much it would have been an almost 200 dollar emergency call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, no he looks okay and all the vet will say is to keep an eye on him.  So...on Monday I called them anyway and asked them about it.  They said with his breathing problems, he probably got over heated or not enough oxygen and did have a seizure.  And yes, all they told me was to keep an eye on him.  They said he would start having more, and eventually it probably wouldn't be the pain in his legs, but his breathing problems, and or his seizures that will finally do him in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I was so scared people, but my big old man hasn't had any problems since.  We have been lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all have an old doggers, or heck even a young one, or even any pet.  Give them an extra I love ya pet from us today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-6739604357304863340?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/6739604357304863340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=6739604357304863340' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6739604357304863340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6739604357304863340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/bunny-butts.html' title='BUNNY BUTTS!!!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SPZQSx4542I/AAAAAAAAAeA/EWPWYuGqkMs/s72-c/bunny+landing+strip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-9059460550474465310</id><published>2008-10-13T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:15:07.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally cooling down some.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SPNjPXi52pI/AAAAAAAAAd4/TsspCaa4sVw/s1600-h/dog+gravity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SPNjPXi52pI/AAAAAAAAAd4/TsspCaa4sVw/s320/dog+gravity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256654305741101714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hahahaha I have that same thought once in a while.  "Stoopid Gravity"  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy but not weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night my sister in law and niece had a candle/uppercase living party.  We went down there.  Gigantor stayed out in the taxidermy shop with the brother in law, and Kiddo played with his cousins.  I bought some embellishments from uppercase living.  I'm gonna recycle.  After I burn one of those candles, I've been cleaning the candle jar real good.  Then I'm gonna put one of the "sticker" things on them, and load them with candy or other goodies, and put ribbon on them and give them away for Christmas.  hehehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did buy 3 small candles.  I will probably have my own party in mid November.  That way I can get some free stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was sleeping in cuz Gigantor had to work.  Captain Daddy called said he was coming over, so I got up.  Gigantor got home, and we were gonna do stuff with captain daddy till the matinee at 4.  He got mad we decided to go to the movies (don't ask, if my mom or dad isn't misserable or pissed they aren't happy)  So he left.  We watched a couple programs then went to the matinee.  Saw Igor.  It was cute, I could have waited for the dvd, but the boys enjoyed it (Kiddo and his cousin)  And we hadn't been to the movie in over three months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I tried sleeping in again.  Gigantor went to work then came home and got a list and went to walmart.  I was sleeping.  And fricken Captain Daddy showed up again.  So...I got up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor came home and we got some lunch, then he went and helped my uncle load some furniture.  They unloaded a freezer and he gave us the food.  It was 2 bags of frozen veggies.  2 bags of chicken nuggets and fish sticks, one box of eggo's, couple things of fish, and about 20 bags of either frozen blueberries, cherries, strawberries, or blackberries.  Gigantor didn't know what to do with it, I told him I would figure something out, wasn't gonna let it go to waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got home and 3, and I was upset, because the rat dog kept getting out of the dam yard, and we couldn't figure out where.  When he got home, he walked around the back and found out the neighbors fence, about 40 feet of it was blown down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fence we were gonna replace, they bought the material, well most of it, and we would do the work.  Gigantor had been putting skirting on, and in the next couple weeks was going to make a temp fence so the dogs had small yard, then tear down there fence and put the new one up.  Well....now we had no choice.  So..him and Kiddo and Kiddo's friend Big J went out and got the temp fence put up and things squared away.  Gigantor says he's gonna get the old fence torn down in the evenings after work, then he can just work on the new one over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's Monday and I need to go pay bills, but I'm gonna go read blogs first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday everyone.  Maybe I will post my cheesey chicken recipe later (had that for dinner last night) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-9059460550474465310?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/9059460550474465310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=9059460550474465310' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/9059460550474465310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/9059460550474465310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-cooling-down-some.html' title='Finally cooling down some.'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SPNjPXi52pI/AAAAAAAAAd4/TsspCaa4sVw/s72-c/dog+gravity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4317701815337145492</id><published>2008-10-10T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:19:36.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Microwave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SO9wk6iI0NI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SP9IUAyD714/s1600-h/cat+orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SO9wk6iI0NI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SP9IUAyD714/s320/cat+orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255543069654700242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hahhahahaha Orange is contajus.  lmaoooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....my dear loyal microwave, how we will miss you.  You have served us good for 16 years.  You cost over 400 dollars when my grandfather got you for us before our wedding.  And now, models bigger than you cost only 150.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were dirty more than clean yet you never complained.  You became the much needed shelf for "crap in general" that we needed in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you always heated our food just right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take it personal when Gigantor cussed you out when you died.  Just because it was in the middle of making his pot pie for lunch.  A pot pie we couldn't cook in the over cuz it would have taken over 30 minutes in there.  And please don't feel bad when he called you a "heavy bitch" when he threw  you in the trash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you enjoy eternity in microwave heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha  Yup our microwave died yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like most our appliances--which when they die usually go out very dramatic, with sparks  and loud noises and sometimes explosions.  No, it just dinged and died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky though, because they opened a sears appliance store here.  Where as sears was probably a bit more expensive than Walmart, I'm broke and I have a sears card, so they got our business.  hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister tried telling us to wait till Christmas.  ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  We have became a very dependant family on the microwave.  I was not going to wait for that long.  Plus I don't know how I could live with a 12 year old without one.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was my exciting day yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great Friday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4317701815337145492?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4317701815337145492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4317701815337145492' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4317701815337145492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4317701815337145492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/ode-to-microwave.html' title='Ode to a Microwave'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SO9wk6iI0NI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SP9IUAyD714/s72-c/cat+orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-5113647925855095267</id><published>2008-10-08T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:11:17.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF  are you Effin kidding me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOzmoGBoKzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bd2Ko9xoAns/s1600-h/toilet+paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOzmoGBoKzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bd2Ko9xoAns/s320/toilet+paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254828441721121586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay I thought having a WTF  picture would be good with today's post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I had to do a big  What the fuck are you fucking kidding me?? To the t.v. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go to bed I usually flick through the channels once as my pills kick in then I go to sleep.  Monday night Gigantor got in the shower late, so I was flicking through the channels waiting for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on one of the 5 gazillion espn channels, and I see something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes me hollar WTF!!!!  Then saying, well it's a spoof, it has to be.  And watching in horror as I find out not only is it not a spoof, but it is DAM REAL!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are idiots on the crowd, and two sweaty competitors, and a fricken referee, and OMG  COMMENTATORS THAT ARE TRYING TO SOUND SERIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN THEY CALL THIS SHIT A SPORT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what it was I found????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean hopscotch is more of a major sport than this is!!!  ahhhhhhhhhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay wanna know??? do you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was.....IT WAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RPS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is rps you say??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RPS IS!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is just something that really irks the hell out of me.  I might not be major athletic, but come one!!!  How can you call that a sport???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well have a good Wednesday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-5113647925855095267?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/5113647925855095267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=5113647925855095267' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5113647925855095267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/5113647925855095267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/wtf-are-you-effin-kidding-me.html' title='WTF  are you Effin kidding me???'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOzmoGBoKzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bd2Ko9xoAns/s72-c/toilet+paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1566725603273632142</id><published>2008-10-06T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:48:11.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays are Blechie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOoi-1N8A6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/inIpWxPY4oI/s1600-h/dog+flap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOoi-1N8A6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/inIpWxPY4oI/s320/dog+flap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254050378113876898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yup, Mondays are Blechie!!  I would rather it still be the weekend.  hahaha  Wouldn't we all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like steady busy this weekend, but we didn't kill ourselves like some weekends.  Need to let my man have some down time.  He works so dang hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our new cell phones in on Friday.  I've been texting away. hahahaha  If you all want to text me or a text from me, let me know.  I'm getting good at this crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I slept in a tiny bit, and Gigantor got up and ran the vacuum, then played Diablo expansion set.  hahahahah we all have been dinking with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and we did gobs of laundry and dishes.  Watched a show we recorded.  Then Gigantor and Kiddo went outside, finished putting the finishing touches on the skirting on this side of the house, and filling it all in with the mounds of dirt we have in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some dinner and watched Iron Man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I slept in a bit while the boys did more Diablo.  We cleaned the bird cage, straightened the living room, and Gigantor did some repair work in the bathroom that has been needing done.  Last night we watched Witless Protection.  I missed the end cuz someone came by for avon and we had to get it finished so Kiddo could go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh get this.  My rat dog, Foxy, well she loves to climb under the covers with me.  I will only let her under the comforter cuz I don't want sand and hair in the sheets.  But her favorite time of the day is when Gigantor gets up and when he leaves he comes in to say goodbye to me, and holds the cover up so she squirts in next to me and sleeps.  She will sleep for hours that way if I would stay in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want in with both of us, just with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...on the weekend, Gigantor is trying to sleep in a bit.  And by 6 in the morning, she has decided it's time for him to move.  So she gets up and starts bouncing on him.  So...I put her under the cover, and she gets mad, and squirts out the bottom.  Just to come back 15 minutes later and lay on his chest making little moanie/growlie noises.  Basicly telling him to move he's in her spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually sucessfully kicked him out of bed by 7  on Saturday, and she was so happy to be sleeping with me.  On Sunday I wouldn't let her do it, so I put her under with both of us and kept my hand on her for a few, and she snuggled up to me.  She let Gigantor still sleep in bed as long as he didn't try to snuggle.  lmao &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has never done that before.  We were laughing so dang hard about it this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I hope you all had a good weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have a great Monday.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1566725603273632142?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1566725603273632142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1566725603273632142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1566725603273632142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1566725603273632142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/mondays-are-blechie.html' title='Mondays are Blechie!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOoi-1N8A6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/inIpWxPY4oI/s72-c/dog+flap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-504681618468653974</id><published>2008-10-03T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:12:24.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid ass blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOZtYbKvBII/AAAAAAAAAdA/rGT6Hnnqvi4/s1600-h/cat+eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOZtYbKvBII/AAAAAAAAAdA/rGT6Hnnqvi4/s320/cat+eclipse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253006281751331970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG  blogger is pissing me off.  It won't let me comment half the time then took two days to let me get a post up.  grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, that picture cracks me the hell up.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report, been rather boring around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My floor is covered in bird seed.  Apparently there was a hole in the trash bag and Gigantor set it on my computer chair, and it went all over the chair and the floor.  He didn't clean it up, but put the vacuum out and asked the kid too.  Kiddo vacuumed the chair, but it's all over the floor.  I refuse to vacuum it, gonna make the stupid stoooopid man.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo has been walking to school with his friend across the street, and walking home.  A couple times walking home the friend couldn't be found so kiddo did it by himself, but he has walked to school by himself for the first time yesterday.  I was proud of him.  I know seems stupid, but it's a big event for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor and I are getting new cell phones, should be in today, getting a new plan too, so I can fricken text without charge every time.  I will be able to text any verizon customer for free, and 500 other texts a month.  I've been wanting to for a long time, but now I'm getting a cool ass phone with a keyboard and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like I said I'm pretty boring today, so I'm gonna go heat up some lunch.  I have some left over green beans.  hehehehe  We make a huge pot of them when they are fresh, yummmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Friday and or weekend everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-504681618468653974?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/504681618468653974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=504681618468653974' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/504681618468653974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/504681618468653974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-ass-blogger.html' title='Stupid ass blogger'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOZtYbKvBII/AAAAAAAAAdA/rGT6Hnnqvi4/s72-c/cat+eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-6519791047790404190</id><published>2008-10-01T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:45:27.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookie what I did</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOOoIwpnh9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/8f9FRSttkYc/s1600-h/halloween+photo%27s003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOOoIwpnh9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/8f9FRSttkYc/s320/halloween+photo%27s003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252226458896009170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Check out what I did.  I went to a party last weekend.  One with the lady that sells those decals, and she had a craft for people to do.  She had glass blocks, decals, lights and ribbon, and we made this block.  Then we got to bring it home.  whoooohoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantor says that's all I need is more decorations.  hahahaha  Seeing as I decorate out the bum for each holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he has conveniently lost one box of my Halloween decorations.  I can't find them, and he says neither can he.  Guess what he's gonna be doing each evening??  Yup, going through the shed.  hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is enough coffee in the world today.  I took a pain pill last night, which they make me very very tired.  And the dogs, the cat, the husband kept waking me up.  I have the worst headache.  Oh well, I'm sure it will go away soon enough.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is short today, I have to go put in some orders on some stuff while the guys aren't here.  Yup I'm already in the throws of Christmas shopping.  I don't have money to wait till last minute, so I have to try and get some stuff here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-6519791047790404190?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/6519791047790404190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=6519791047790404190' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6519791047790404190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/6519791047790404190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/10/lookie-what-i-did.html' title='Lookie what I did'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOOoIwpnh9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/8f9FRSttkYc/s72-c/halloween+photo%27s003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3377555132774989008</id><published>2008-09-29T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:16:49.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SSSQQQQQUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG  Remember last post I said I had to keep the job situation hush hush till we heard about it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we weren't supposed to hear for two weeks to a month.  Guess who got a phone call today???!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me start from the beginning.  Most of you know that Gigantor worked a crap job with no appreciation, crap insurance, no retirment, and just a fucker of a boss.  He worked for a place called Page Steel for 12 years that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got his awesome job at Allied Waste (yup a garbage man)  He got raises each year, better insurance, retirement, vacation.  He got shoes and other minor stuff paid for, and he got told he was appreciated all the time.  He has worked there just over 2 years.  He's making 15.54 an hour.  He's working 60 to 80 hours a week, and only holidays he has off is thanksgiving day and Christmas day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a very awesome job though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our time here in Page, he has tried for government positions, especially with the dam.  We never got it, so that was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother in law got on out at the dam about a year ago.  In August his sister came and told us of 2 openings at the dam.  Told us about all this paperwork that had to be done.  I guess you have to have a spot on application, a specific type resume, and a KSI  (it's a sheet listing your Key Skills Information)  Basically to sell yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they kept it very hush hush.  Didn't even advertise the job, because they are sick of every joe blow applying and having to weed through the crap.  But his sister helped us do up all the proper paperwork.  They only had it open for applications for 10 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been just sitting and waiting, biting our nails waiting to hear.  We found out we could talk to a lady that had alot of pull there.  Guess what??? She is our neighbor two doors down, and she "loves" us.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Gigantor went and talked to her, she said that applications went to Salt Lake and they will weed through them, then send some down to the foreman in the dam.  A week or so later, she said, she wasn't supposed to tell us, but that Gigantor had made the "short list"  His app was with the foreman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited another two weeks, holding our breath.  He talked to a couple friends who worked at the dam, he said, I have no idea who all made it on the short list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend said that 5 applications made it to the foreman and after reading them the foreman threw two away.  That was 3 applications for two jobs.  So...we waited.  He then got called in for an interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone told him what would be on the interview.  When he went, that's not what was on it.  Basically the interview team asked him if he could do a couple things, then told him all about the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they would send the interviews with notes back to Salt Lake and he would get a call in two weeks one way or another.  So...again we waited.  Today was week number one.  And he got a phone call today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS FIRST DAY AT THE DAM IS NOVEMBER 10TH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG  people, you just don't know how awesome this is.  He will work 4  ten hour shifts a week.  Have every Fri, Sat and Sun off.  They do NOT work them over 40 hours a week unless something goes wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be making 18.79 and hour.  Full medical, dental, and vision kicks in the day he starts, no waiting period.  The amount he pays will go from 126 a pay period (what we are paying now)  to about 90 a pay period, so that is a savings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he gets 4 hours of sick leave a pay period, and 4 hours of vacation a pay period.  After he is there for 6 years it goes up to 6 hours.  But..BUT... his 4 years in the military counts towards that already.  As it counts towards his retirement time already too.  whooooooooooooooooooooohooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will have every single holiday off!!!! EVERY ONE!!!!  You can't ask for much better than a goverment job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves his job now, but who can turn down one that is 3 dollars more an hour, and killer benefits, it's a dream for us, it's so good.  We are blessed.  Thank you to anyone sending the vibes and prayers, right back at ya my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what else is cool is Gigantor has never EVER  worked a job at 40 hours a week.  EVER  the least he has worked is 60.  How nice is that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to shower and snuggle with my major manly man!!!!!  He gets WAY TO GO  sex.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Tuesday everyone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3377555132774989008?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3377555132774989008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3377555132774989008' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3377555132774989008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3377555132774989008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/09/sssqqqqquuuuueeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='SSSQQQQQUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3964268912033008632</id><published>2008-09-28T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:16:35.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUv9GwS_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/oLNqFK5Z3kw/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUv9GwS_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/oLNqFK5Z3kw/s320/012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251290348347476978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are some more pics of those decals, the one's in my kitchen.  I got some piggies on the back of my wood chairs.  I also have some cows, but they didn't come out in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUwUHkauI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5JtlALfuAis/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUwUHkauI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5JtlALfuAis/s320/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251290354524908258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the rooster, flowers and bugs around the window right above my sink.  Look at how long those vines on my plants are.  It's two plants and they are strung half way around the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUwQ3PP0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/-139n5vNh1c/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUwQ3PP0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/-139n5vNh1c/s320/009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251290353651105602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a pic of the rooster up close.  I have a "barnyard/country" theme in my kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUwbqavLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/nYbRGkMJp5o/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUwbqavLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/nYbRGkMJp5o/s320/010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251290356550122674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pink poppies on the right hand side with a green lady bug and red butterfly.  Cute huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUwgPeMVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gfrkc263uGg/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUwgPeMVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gfrkc263uGg/s320/011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251290357779280210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pink poppies on the left hand side with a purple lady bug and a yellow butter fly.  I actually ordered 3 more ladybugs and 3 more butterflies to have them flying around the top there, it will look so cute when I'm done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;On that note, the cat just got up on the table leaned off the side and had projectile vomit all over the place.  I think I might be sick myself.  ugggghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a busy weekend.  I went to a party with the lady that does the decals and we made a really cool glass block.  I will try to get some pics soon and show them soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made pinto beans and hamhocks tonight and cornbread.  Yummmmm Haven't had them in over 6 months.  They were so dam good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I'm not supposed to be saying what it is, I'm sure I can tell you all soon.  But please send out special vibes/prayers/thoughts/mojo for Gigantor and his "job situation".  I'll explain when I can.  I've been asked to keep it hush hush not even say anything on the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...there was my weekend in a nutshell.  I will try to post much better this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3964268912033008632?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3964268912033008632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3964268912033008632' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3964268912033008632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3964268912033008632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SOBUv9GwS_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/oLNqFK5Z3kw/s72-c/012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-3150622135006337010</id><published>2008-09-24T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:26:49.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Holy cow people I think I'm alive!!!  Can you believe it???  I almost can't.  Man that was horrible.  Gigantor thinks I might have had a mild case of pneumonia.  I'm thinking he might be right.  I was soooooooooo sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still coughing but just mainly at night.  The breathing treatments have helped and the tessalon pearls.  I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually was able to get a bit of sleep over the past three or four nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to show you all some pictures.  I got my nails done today for next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have started putting up those decal things I got for the house.  Giving you all pics of the random one's right now, and will show you my kitchen stuff in the next post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to reading blogs again.  Thank you everyone that has dropped it, it's been appreciated.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNrZXHjSHSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ccm1XrrOb6w/s1600-h/halloween+nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNrZXHjSHSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ccm1XrrOb6w/s320/halloween+nails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249747306840988962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Halloween nails.  I love to do stuff for each holliday.  I don't really run out except for may, june, august and sept I don't have themes for.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNrZXVa4JzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/f4unoAmm0pM/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNrZXVa4JzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/f4unoAmm0pM/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249747310563829554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This decal I put above the shower in my son's bathroom.  I think it is so cute.  The camera doesn't show the color to well, it's indigo blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNrZXuCeCwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qif8fxlAqDY/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNrZXuCeCwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qif8fxlAqDY/s320/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249747317172341506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got this one on my laundry room door, in hunter green.  It just cracks me up.  Love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNrZXzAQMkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/FlgQX6I6j2g/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNrZXzAQMkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/FlgQX6I6j2g/s320/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249747318505222722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is on my son's bedroom door.  Of course it's a dragon, what else would this family have?? hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm gonna go and get a munchie, and check the t.v.guide.  I've missed you all, and look forward to looking in on blogs again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Wednesday everyone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-3150622135006337010?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/3150622135006337010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=3150622135006337010' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3150622135006337010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/3150622135006337010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-alive.html' title='IT&apos;S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNrZXHjSHSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ccm1XrrOb6w/s72-c/halloween+nails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-2760229161696460395</id><published>2008-09-17T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:51:02.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNE0ly0j09I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rsKLHKvhv44/s1600-h/falrlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNE0ly0j09I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rsKLHKvhv44/s320/falrlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247032864765367250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I haven't blogged.  Bad bad me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a hard time staying alive I guess, so blogging was way down on the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my last resort of medicine right now.  I can not get over the cough again.  Remember back in June and July I had one that lasted 4 weeks??  We are on week three and this one is worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over the cold, and the sinus infection after a couple weeks, but this cough is so bad.  And again nothing is working.  So...we are down to breathing treatments again.  Took me almost 4 days fighting with the clinic and pharmacy to give me the meds for the breathing machine.  I got them now.  So...keep your fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty much how that guy looks in that picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah hopefully will be back to blogging soon.  Hell hope I'm back to being a decent mom and wife soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be checking in on you all's blog soon, as soon as I can sit in one place more than 5 minutes without having coughing fits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Wednesday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-2760229161696460395?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/2760229161696460395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=2760229161696460395' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2760229161696460395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/2760229161696460395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-resort.html' title='Last Resort'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SNE0ly0j09I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rsKLHKvhv44/s72-c/falrlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-1859541987757779745</id><published>2008-09-10T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:58:12.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SMf7uYL0dMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/T0SCYKhMDWk/s1600-h/dog+dino+wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SMf7uYL0dMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/T0SCYKhMDWk/s320/dog+dino+wtf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244437065280812226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Besides that picture making me giggle, cuz I would react the same way.  I'm just dropping a quick note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling tons better over the weekend.  Then I took a nap, cuz the cough had been keeping me up.  I woke up from the nap and everything had settled in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blowing out the green/yellow junk, when I can blow something out, and my head is all stuffed.  And the cough, oh my sweet crispy jeebus the cough.  If I could stop the cough, I would feel almost 200% better, then I could just clear my sinuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a bit worse, cuz I was massively sick for a week before it settled in, so I have no energy to fight it right now.  I'm fuzzy (well more than usual)  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all feel like you are telling me to get better soon all the dam time.  Honestly I'm not sick that often.  In pain or hurt yes, sick, not so much.  But when I am, I guess I have to do it all the dam way, no slacking for me.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I may be reading some blogs if I can keep awake long enough, if I comment weirder than usual, just know the pressure on my brain is making me see weird things. hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Wednesday everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-1859541987757779745?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/1859541987757779745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=1859541987757779745' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1859541987757779745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/1859541987757779745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-note.html' title='quick note'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SMf7uYL0dMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/T0SCYKhMDWk/s72-c/dog+dino+wtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-8201034506018012895</id><published>2008-09-08T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:32:50.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SMVPEpT-8OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/x5ARrKkEVP8/s1600-h/cat+hate+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SMVPEpT-8OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/x5ARrKkEVP8/s320/cat+hate+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243684282370552034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh my gosh that poor cat in that picture.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor husband, was worked to the bone on friday.  He did his route out at work, then the "supervisor/boss" told him to go out on the residential route and train the new driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that was training her had to leave for St. George (he was a temp) and he told everyone he was over half way done, just had off the hill left to do.  Which is about 2 hours worth of work.  Gigantor got done with his route at about 3.  So....he goes and takes over.  Only to find out, the other guy lied.  He hadn't even finished half of uptown.  So Gigantor was hurrying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Gigantor goes in to work about 5:30 to 6 every morning.  Federal law says he's not supposed to drive over 11 hours, corporate law says they aren't supposed to work over 12.  At 11 hours, Gigantor started calling boss guy (who went home at 4) and he kept calling and leaving messages, but the fucker wouldn't call him back.  Guess what time Gigantor got done with that route??  7 fucking 30.  That was 14 fricken hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boss called him at about 8, and I was trying to take the phone from Gigantor, we was gonna have words, but he finally bitched boss man out.  Cuz, see, boss man is salary, and he should have gone out and taken the route when his other stuff was done.  Instead he just left Gigantor and the new lady hanging.  And the biggest pet peeve about boss man is if corporate starts yelling at Gigantor, boss man doesn't say, "well he was doing what I told him too."  Boss man tries to make himself free of blame and get the worker in trouble.  Gigantor seriously warned him not to even try that crap this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...on Saturday, I thought Gigantor would just sorta rest.  He was so tired he sounded half dead the night before.  But he went out and started working on the frame for putting up the skirting.  The frame is the hardest part and takes the longest.  Kiddo went out and helped him for most the day.  D showed up in the afternoon to help.  They got over half of one side done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on sunday he got the frame up for most of the rest of that one side.  And the skirting cut, just needs to be installed.  He worked hard, but he felt so good about it.  It was something for his own home, and not for the irritating as shit boss man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested to find out if anything happens at work today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good Monday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-8201034506018012895?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/8201034506018012895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=8201034506018012895' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8201034506018012895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/8201034506018012895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-poor-hubby.html' title='my poor hubby'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SMVPEpT-8OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/x5ARrKkEVP8/s72-c/cat+hate+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418817.post-4503666603637520144</id><published>2008-09-05T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:49:47.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SMGLUpTl2XI/AAAAAAAAAa4/eJ_ot8jO6B4/s1600-h/gerbil+free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SMGLUpTl2XI/AAAAAAAAAa4/eJ_ot8jO6B4/s320/gerbil+free.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242624628037638514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Rest in peace Bubbles.  May you rest happily in that gerbil den in the sky, with your sisters Blossom and Buttercup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right my son named his three female gerbils after the power puff girls, what of it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't die that one night.  But Gigantor and I made her comfortable, and I watched her the next day, she died about noon.  Poor little old girl.  She didn't suffer, she looked very peaceful.  And thank god I didn't have to have the giant stomp her.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post for a couple days, cuz I started feeling like chit again.  I got a horrid cough with that whole cold/sinus bullshit.  And it was keeping me up at night again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my sexy chiropractor (god he is so cute and sessy it should be a sin)  And he worked on my "sympathetic" nervous system.  He says there is the nervous system that controls movement, and other nerves and vertebrae that help control imunity and what not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He massivly did pressure points, he pulled on my ears, and popped open the sinus cavities, and he manuvered my head, popped my neck, pressure pointed my neck and upper shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He usually works on my lower back, but he said I looked misserable and did that instead.  He said I would probably feel worse that night, but that I should feel better the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit sceptical, but who knows.  So...yeah last night, I was draining so bad, my nose was running down my face, I was coughing so bad, I should have just lived in the bathroom.  After I got up this morning, I still have a few coughing fits, but nothing like the past few days, and I'm not runny in the nose, that is very very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do have the runs.  meh small price to pay I guess.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on that note, I'm gonna go finish my sandwich and check on all you peoples blogs.  See if blogger is being nice.  It would NOT let me open the comment window and leave comments yesterday.  So..yeah I checked and read and tried to comment,  then I cussed and ranted, and flipped off blogger.  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Friday everyone, and good weekend if I don't get back before it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418817-4503666603637520144?l=burfica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/feeds/4503666603637520144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418817&amp;postID=4503666603637520144' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4503666603637520144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418817/posts/default/4503666603637520144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burfica.blogspot.com/2008/09/rip-bubbles.html' title='RIP Bubbles'/><author><name>Burfica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SeOLErXdXhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EClI-_IHAdY/S220/don%27t+eat+the+tomatoe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NC4nneLCDSU/SMGLUpTl2XI/AAAAAAAAAa4/eJ_ot8jO6B4/s72-c/gerbil+free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
